He’s alive! Whoop, whoop, whoop! He’s alive and I’ve seen Him!
Let me calm myself and start at the beginning.
Friday was the worst day ever. I saw Him die and the soldiers man-handling Him off the cross. My friends and I followed and watched at a distance as His body was quickly washed, wrapped and laid in a tomb. It was a race against the setting sun to lay His body to rest; our holy day was about to start which meant we couldn’t do any work.
I planned with my friends to go early Sunday morning to the tomb to prepare His dear body properly for burial. I spent the whole of Saturday grieving and getting the burial spices ready. I couldn’t sleep that night and got up before dawn. The birds were singing and trilling into the darkness; I wiped my wet cheeks with the edge of my head-scarf, the beautiful sound pierced my heart.
I stumbled and fell, almost dropping my jar of spices. There was a rumbling sound. What was going on?
When the ground was still again, I walked forward, heading for the garden where He was buried. I knew soldiers had been put on guard outside, and I’d watched them heave a massive boulder across the mouth of the tomb. Who would move it for me? My heart beat fast and I tried to steady my breathing.
I arrived outside the tomb. It was open.
This was freaky. I picked up my dress and ran. I knew where Peter and John were staying. I gave them a shock, banging on their door. ‘Come quick! They’ve moved His body and I don’t know where He is!’
Peter and John didn’t waste time, they rushed past me to the tomb. John looked inside but Peter went right in. They just shook their heads, looking distraught and went home.
I stayed behind, sobbing. I wondered if there were any clues in the tomb that Peter had missed so I poked my head inside.
What I didn’t expect were two angels! They were kind. One said, ‘Why are you crying?’
‘Because they’ve taken my Lord away and I don’t know where He is.’
There was a look on their faces, and I turned around to see a man standing behind me.
Great, the gardener was starting work for the day. Maybe he could give me some answers. But before I could speak, he said: ‘Why are you crying? Who are you looking for?’
‘Oh please tell me where you’ve put Him.’
‘Mary!’
It was Jesus! He was alive! I didn’t even recognise Him at first. But oh He’s alive 😀
Jesus really is the Son of God, the only One to conquer death.
