I saw the place where we hid yesterday and then the tomb. The entrance was open, the specially made stone rolled to one side. There were no guards or mourners. I hesitated but could not resist entering. The slab was empty where a dead man should have been. Only the burial cloth with the costly scent of myrrh and aloe remained. An appealing fragrance filled the tomb. It felt sacred. In one corner on a small ledge, I noticed the face cloth folded neatly. The light from the entrance lit up the whole area. He had risen as He said!
Trembling I knelt on the stone floor uttering a prayer of gratitude. The Messiah had come. Born like every man, He died so men might live forever. He conquered death by dying and rising. Who could understand the mind of the Lord?
I left the tomb and walked outside into the light. Everything appeared more intense and vivid. Something made me look down and I saw a patch of tiny white flowers. They were the kind I’d picked for Sarai the night we met on the roof of my uncle’s home.
I had to tell my dearest relatives: Yeshua had risen! I had to tell everyone.
Have a most Blessed Easter!