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Easter Sunday

I’m going to be honest, I haven’t seen too many sunrises in my life. I’m not a huge what they call, “morning” person. Apparently they’re beautiful. Many people wake up just to see them I am told. You see my theory has always been, the sunset, is the exact same thing as the sunrise, just in reverse - so as long as I see one or the other, I’m good.  The Mary’s didn’t get up that Sunday morning to see…

he has come to save

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen, they set out for the tomb. What was the use in waiting? They hadn’t slept in 48 hours, and they weren’t going to start now. His body had been buried hastily, and they had waited until after sabbath to return and do it true justice. Sure, He hadn’t been who He claimed, who they thought, who they WANTED Him to be - but He was still a friend, a teacher, and…

And then He said her name

She was weeping. Crying. Confused. Her mind raced and her side ached. This was the second time she had come to the tomb this morning - albeit fast this time. Peter and John were up ahead. She hadn’t been able to keep up - so she had stopped in the garden to catch her breath, and instead of doing that she began to cry.  There were SO many questions. Who would do this? What did they want with Him? Why…

Empty tomb, Resurrection, Jesus is alive, Easter, Sunday Morning

Easter Sunday

I remember it like it was yesterday. The year is 2011, and the day is February 6th. My family and I have been watching together as our beloved Green Bay Packers played the Pittsburgh Steelers in a game you might have heard of called the Super Bowl. It had started off well for us, the Packers had been in the lead for the entire game, and now in the waning moments, the Steelers were attempting a comeback, in an attempt…

Sunday – ‘there are no words’

There are no words. Mary and the others walk silently to the tomb carrying their spices, preparing for another agonizing moment. Not even sure how they would get in, Jesus’ body must be prepared for it’s eternal rest in his tomb. Just some 36 hours ago, they had walked these same roads in horror, and stood shocked and in awe outside the stone they now expected to see. The reality was setting in. He was gone now, and life would…

Sunday

It started with fear. Fear and trembling. There should be a body, why wasn't there a body?! It morphed into anger. They had taken him. They had TAKEN HIM. WHERE HAD THEY TAKEN HIM?!?! It swelled into confusion. Who was this man? Why was he talking to me? Where had he come from? Didn’t he know I was looking for…. Jesus. Couldn't be… “Mary.” Wait, this was… JESUS! Are you serious!? Is this happening!? I have to tell them. They’ll…