Easter Sunday

At last the Sabbath was over.

Usually a day full of happy remembrances and gratefulness for all that YHWH had done for us in the past.  A time to be with family and celebrate together,

Not this week.

This Sabbath was full of grief, disappointment and confusion.

The man we had followed, loved and recognised as our promised Saviour

WAS DEAD

A horrible, painful, shameful death.

Strange and frightening things had happened as he died, thunder, darkness, voices. Rumours that the curtain in the Temple had been torn from top to bottom, tombs had opened and the dead were seen walking about.

All we knew was the pain of losing a loved one.

As soon as the Sabbath was over we went to purchase oil and spices to anoint and prepare the body for burial.

After a sleepless night we took the oil and spices and set off to the place where Jesus’s body had been placed.  The sun was rising; the darkness was leaving the sky to welcome another beautiful day.  We could not appreciate it; we were full of grief and questions. 

Were we strong enough to move the stone from the mouth of the cave?  We had heard that soldiers were guarding the cave, would they help us or turn us away?

All we wanted was to perform the final act of love to the body of the man who had meant everything to us.

Imagine our amazement as we reached the cave.

The stone had been rolled away, the guards were asleep, the cave was empty, and the grave clothes were folded.

A bright light shone in the cave.

It dazzled us.

A voice spoke,

“Jesus the Nazarene has risen from the dead, He is not here”

Was it an angel?

One of our group, Mary Magdalene, saw a man that she thought was a gardener, she asked him if he had been the person who had moved the body and if so, could he tell her where it had been taken to?

He looked at her, His eyes full of compassion and love and called her by her name, Mary.

It was Jesus, our Lord.

We were told to go to the Disciples and tell them what we had seen and wait with them until He came to them.

Confusion fled. Joy returned.   We remembered all that Jesus had told us and at last we understood His words.

Jesus had defeated death and was alive.  Everything he had said had been fulfilled and was true.

Amen.

By Joy Wilson.