I have had the extraordinary privilege of seeing into the soul of Mary Magdalene as she approached the empty tomb on Easter morning. It happened in 1985 while I was serving as Assistant to the Rector (Mayo Little) of St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in Salisbury, North Carolina. I was newly ordained and willing to try things. So we had an outdoor animal blessing. I partnered with a young Roman Catholic priest. I was saying blessings and touching the critters. He was more experienced and reticent. Some of the dogs were quite aggressive. So he had a small pot of holy water and he used it instead of full contact. I naively touched every animal or whatever and then he gave it a shot of the holy water.
I stammered a prayer containing a plausibility denial clause. “If you are in there, little crab, God bless you ... Now go see the other guy.” My colleague then took the wand and hit the back of the crab with a few drops of the holy water.
I did not see the Lord that day. But I saw the eyes of the one who did, and that alone had the power to change my life.