I need to speak...

Mark 16
9 After Jesus rose from the dead early on Sunday morning, the first person who saw him was Mary Magdalene, the woman from whom he had cast out seven demons. 10 She went to the disciples, who were grieving and weeping, and told them what had happened. 11 But when she told them that Jesus was alive and she had seen him, they didn’t believe her.

I picked Emma up.
We drove into town.
We parked the car.
We got out of the car, full of conversation.
I had missed her.

As we looked across the road we saw our family.

We were pulled across the road.
Pulled by the sheer force of attraction to the possibility of resurrected life facing us.
Our everyday conversation wiped away with the fresh movement of cooled air.
Purity.

Marty pulled up.
He called us over.
He said that he and a 'mate' had been talking about me the day before.
He told me that the week previous he had tried to get my attention.
He told me I had ignored him.
Apparently this 'mate' also tried to get my attention.
Apparently I had ignored him too.
So they talked, discussed, rationalised my existence that Thursday afternoon.
Today I wonder what I was doing as they grappled with my identity.
They concluded I was a 'wanna be prostitute'.
His words defiled me.
His words tore my soul in two.

But when she told them that Jesus was alive and she had seen him, they didn’t believe her.