It was the first day of the week, the Sabbath was over, that time of resting from labor. In the garden, like that first garden, the first hint of the new day brightened the eastern sky. It was dark, but “the light that shines in the darkness, the light the darkness cannot overcome”, was about to meet three of his most beloved friends. Mary of Magdala, who stood silent at the foot of his cross, now braves the darkness that threatens to swallow her life, her hope, picks her way through the garden to grieve before her Lord’s sepulcher.