Run, Go Tell!

John 20:2 She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, “They have taken the Lord’s body out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!”

It is early Sunday morning, and I am headed to the tomb of my Savior. His tomb. The words sit on me like a heavy weight. I didn’t believe this day would come. All through his mockery of a trial, and even when they scourged him, I believed angels would save him, or Jesus would just walk away from them as he had done so many times before when mobs came after him. Not this time.

This time they marched him up to Golgotha and killed him. I still believe Jesus is the Messiah, but something is not right. How could this happen?

As I approach the tomb I notice something: the heavy stone has been rolled away, and Jesus is gone! I must run and tell the disciples!

I am back at the tomb, weeping from sorrow and a heaviness of heart. Why couldn’t they have left his body? Did they have to desecrate him even further?

A gardener is standing there as I turn to leave. In a gentle voice he says to me,  “Woman, why are you crying?” Then he says, “Mary!”

My eyes take it all in. It is Jesus, standing here with me! He’s alive!  This is going to change everything! I must run and tell the disciples once more, but this time I have even better news: “I have seen the Lord!”

Today’s Readings: Jeremiah 26,35,36; John 20

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