Sunday, April 12, 2020

the empty tomb

“Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?  But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away.” (Mark 16:2-4)

It was the women who made their way to your tomb at the first light of morning.  As soon as the sun came up, as soon as they were allowed to come, they came, bearing spices and perfumes to anoint your body.  Mary was particularly good at this anointing, she had done this before.  But this time was different.  This time they were tears of grief and sadness rather than joy and gratitude.  But her mourning would be short-lived, for the tomb, with its heavy stone, could not contain you.  The stone was rolled away, the tomb was empty, you were not there.  You had risen!  You were alive!  Sadness turned into bewildered hopefulness.  Could it be?  Could it really be true?  They left the empty tomb not quite knowing what to think, excited yet afraid.  But you did not leave them that way for long, for just outside the tomb you appeared to them yourself, the Risen Christ.  And from that moment on their lives would never be the same.  And because of that, neither will ours.  Thanks be to God!

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