You sat quietly listening to the whispered fears and plans. We had all
stayed in the upper room for safety. No one knew if it was safe to leave.
Grief and fear had paralyzed everyone. Without Jesus, we were lost.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and everyone jumped to their feet, ready to
run. Mary Magdalene, gasping for air, announces, "They have taken the
Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid Him."
"What?" echoed through the room. Someone took Jesus' body? Why? You
quickly glance at Mary, worried it might cause her more pain, but she
appears to remain at peace. Then Peter looks at you and grabs your arm.
"Let's go. You know where the tomb is. The rest of you stay here
and stay safe."
Your glance again shifts to Mary. She nods in approval and
quietly states, "It's the third day."
Without a second thought, you and Peter run toward the tomb. One
after another, your thoughts race quickly, pushing your legs to move even
faster. Did someone really steal His body? It's the third day. How many
would be needed to roll the stone? It's the third day. Had you not
been informed that Roman soldiers were guarding the tomb? It's the
third day. Who would take His body? It's the third day. You remember Jesus
predicted that He would be killed and rise on the third day. Everything He
said proved true. Could this also be true? For the first time in days,
you allow yourself to hope. Fueled by this hope, you don't even notice that
Peter can't keep up with you. You arrive at the tomb first and see that the
stone has indeed been rolled away! You notice no signs of soldiers. You scan
the surrounding area, making sure it’s not a trap, as you wait for Peter to
catch up.
"Is His body gone?" Peter asks, completely out of breath.
"I waited for you." You follow Peter into the tomb. His body was
indeed gone! But the linen cloths seemed to be carefully rolled up. Why
would someone bother to do that? That makes no sense. Those who robbed
graves took whatever was valuable, especially the linens.
Slowly and cautiously, you and Peter make your way back to the upper
room. You both stay silent on the way back to avoid attracting any
attention. You desperately want to believe that Jesus was somehow
alive, just as he predicted. But you saw Him crucified on the cross.
You watched the blood and water flow from His heart when the soldier
pierced His side. You helped carry His body into the tomb.
He was dead. How could He come back to life?
You and Peter report everything you saw to the others. Over the next
few hours, you share different theories about what might have happened.
One after another, the theories are dismissed. None of them
makes any sense. Nothing has made sense since the Passover meal. Your heart
keeps reminding you that it's the third day. It's the third day. You want to
believe.
Then, suddenly, Jesus appeared in the middle of the room! He said,
"Peace be with you." In that moment, your grief turned into rejoicing! Jesus
is alive—truly alive! It is the third day, and Jesus has risen from the
grave just as He promised! Your eyes confirm what your heart so desperately
wanted to believe. Jesus is the Son of God, and death has no power over Him!
This changes everything. His love for us changes everything!
-Susan