Would you believe?

Those who discovered the empty tomb on that first Easter morning were flabbergasted. When Jesus was crucified on Friday, all his followers' hopes and dreams were crushed. He had worked so many miracles, but he died such a ignominious death in the end. Yet to find the stone rolled back and the burial garments folded in the tomb was astounding. Did someone steal the body? Surely not with soldiers guarding. Then Mary Magdalene goes to the garden, overcome with grief, and mistakes Jesus for the gardener. Only when Jesus says her name does she recognize him. The apostles thought she was hallucinating and didn't believe her until Jesus appeared to them. What a revelation! What a victory!
Jesus Empty Tomb Canvas Prints
 Resurrection
The tomb opened and lightning
blazed forth, shaking the earth
with a rush of wind. The guards,
blinded by the brilliance, covered
their faces, trembling in fear.

How would they explain the empty
tomb, the discarded wrappings?
Who was this man that trampled
death, ignored the stone,
discarded burial cloths, throbbed
with life again?

How foolish to think his breath
could be stifled, his body bound!
His love cannot be shackled,
nor his spirit snuffed out.

He lives!



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