Waking up in the dark, early morning, you prepare to walk with your friend to the place where Jesus was buried. As your fingers assemble spices to anoint His body, your mind begins to wander to what happened. This Jesus, the one you followed and served, was no ordinary man. He healed you and many others; He set you free. You were with Jesus' mother as He was nailed to the cross-shaped tree, standing at a distance as your Savior was crucified. You watched as a heavy stone sealed the tomb where His body was set. How could He be gone? Reality draws you back as your friend meets you on the path, and you begin toward the place He was buried.
Nearing the tomb, you aren't sure what you'll find (let alone what you're hoping to find). How could Jesus, the Messiah and Son of God, be dead? Suddenly, the ground began to tremor as an angel from heaven pushed the stone away. Robed in light, he tells you not to fear. Sitting on the displaced rock, the angel says something wild and extraordinary: "He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay."
Just as He said? Yes, Jesus had promised, but you watched Him bleed, cry out in anguish, and breathe His last. You saw His body sealed in the darkness of the grave. Did someone move Him? Who would dare take His body? Slowly and steadily, the teardrops begin to fall. A man's voice calls out behind you; he's asking why you're weeping and who you're looking for. Reaching to dry your tears with the hem of your dress, words stumble from your mouth. "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."
He said one word.
He spoke your name, and in that instant you knew who He was.
Friends, if I could say one thing to you right now, I would tell you Jesus is who He says He is. He brings joy and life because He's alive. He is faithful and trustworthy and true.
He is risen, just as He said.
PS: This post was inspired by the Gospels but used my imagination. :)