The fire is beginning to dim. By the flicker of the failing flames, Magdalene's dark eyes glisten with tears. Her grief is deep. She trembles, and a long, shuddering sob causes her body to tremble. The flames stop their dance and fall into mere embers. The darkness closes in and now the air is heavy with the scent of myrrh and aloes and sorrow.
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Thirty Days with Mary Magdalene
SpiritualThirty Days with Mary is a month-long series of daily reflections originally published on the Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter pages for this website. Due to the positive social media response to the series, I have decided to include it here on the...
