Mary Magdalene Swipes Right
Late at night, apartment silent,
I reach for my slim companion of rubber and metal —
feel it vibrate as it fills me up with curious validation,
notification by notification.
Of all of Jesus’ disciples, there was one that was different from the rest. She knew the fate of her Lord long before Peter and James had a clue. She bathed His feet in her tears, not just because her sins, which were many, were freely forgiven, but…