Do you think Mary Magdalene was in love with Jesus as God or as a man?

queenofattolia:

notbecauseofvictories:

Neither.

I think she loved the tousle-haired Rabbi Yeshua, this man from nowhere Judea with the dark eyes and the easy smile, who stood outside the city gates and preached to crowds. I think she loved the prophet who was also divine, the Son of God who got pebbles in his sandals while walking and had to lean on Peter’s shoulder to scrape them out. He could walk into the marketplace and draw every eye, open his mouth and speak words that burned the air, but he also told terrible jokes that made Judas scoff and pelt him with olives.

But in love? No. I think Mary Magdalene loved Jesus the way all the other disciples loved him—in a way that was platonic and difficult to describe; it was a love that made all other loves seem—not worse, but narrower, a
little myopic. As though they were missing a piece, falling short of some whole they could only glimpse, and only around him.

Later, after everything, they’ll try to talk about it among themselves. But the words won’t come, won’t sit right, and they keep circling back to, it was like a dream, like being wine-drunk and warm for three years and then waking up the next morning cold, it was something, we’re not sure what but

it certainly was something.

#you guys can’t talk me out of a profound divine love that leaves romantic sexual familial and friendly love in the dust#we’re imitators of something bigger and more#and we’re good imitators what we make is beautiful#but it’s still just imitation