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Sacred & Secular

When Jesus Called Her by Name

Why Mary Magdalene recognised the risen Jesus only when he called her name

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Paul Ian Clarke
Jul 22, 2026
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A fifteenth-century painting by Rogier van der Weyden depicting Mary Magdalene in quiet reflection. She wears a white headdress and blue robe, looking thoughtfully into the distance, with a peaceful countryside landscape behind her. The image evokes the grief and hope of her encounter with the risen Jesus in the garden on Easter morning.
Before Mary Magdalene recognised the risen Jesus, she heard him speak her name. Sometimes faith begins not with answers, but with the quiet assurance that we are still known. Painting by Rogier van der Weyden - Web Gallery of Art:   Image. Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6065041

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There are moments in life when grief changes the way we see everything.

It doesn’t simply make us sad. It narrows our world, and it teaches us to expect more disappointment, more loss, more silence. Even good things can begin to look like reminders of what we’ve lost.

I have experienced this in my own life, and seen it while walking alongside others through illness, bereavement and disappointment. Grief has a remarkable way of changing not only how we feel, but how we interpret the world around us.

Perhaps you’ve experienced it yourself. A difficult diagnosis. A bereavement. The end of a relationship. A dream that slipped away. The world keeps turning, but you find yourself interpreting everything through the lens of sorrow.

Mary Magdalene knew exactly what that felt like.

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