Yesterday and today I kept thinking about the women who went to the tomb to be with Jesus.
I imagine each day they have gone to sit with Jesus’ body. Weep. Maybe they feel so uncertain of what Jesus will actually do.
Was it true? Is it real? Has he come and changed me, but now left me to figure this out alone?
Oh I imagine they are grieving. Their Lord, the One who has come and set them free is dead. Are they losing hope?
“As they come to the tomb Sunday morning, theirs an earthquake. When they arrive the tomb is open, and an angel proclaims, ‘I know you’re looking for Jesus but He isn’t here. He is risen.’” (Matthew 28: 1-10)
Hope. These two women, their hope restored. Truth. He really did rise! He’s here! He didn’t leave us!
They ran. They ran to the disciples. Maybe crying, laughing, trembling.
They’d never spoken with an angel before. And He told them the one thing they were clinging onto: He is risen.
Thank you Lord. Thank you that you didn’t just die for us, but you rose so we could know a new life. Here on this earth, we can know a new life.
That’s our hope. He is risen. The Son of God came and died for your sins and my sins.
“But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ.” 1 Corinthians 15:57
Through Jesus. He rose so that He could live in us when we believe!
Today our Lord is risen. Today.
We can believe what He says is true. It’s true, He rose from the dead.
Hallelujah.
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