For great is your love toward me; you have delivered me from the depths of the grave (Psalm 86:13).
That’s how I imagine the disciples felt on that Sunday morning. They must have figured that, after all, Jesus had failed.
After all the hopes
after all the struggles
after all the trials
after all the miracles
after all the moments of doubt and grace and glory
Jesus had failed.
Has anyone ever been more gloriously wrong?
On Sunday morning, Mary Magdalene went with some of the other women to make sure that the body of Jesus was properly cared for. Oh, the surprise they got! The tomb was empty, the body was gone, and an angel announced, “He is not here; He has risen!”
Can you imagine?
No, seriously, can you imagine it? Imagine going with Mary and seeing the stone rolled away, hearing the angel’s words. Imagine being with the disciples when she brings them the news. Imagine running with Peter and John to see for yourself, and finding the tomb empty, the grave clothes neatly folded. Imagine standing with Thomas, the doubter, as he touched the wounds on his living Lord.
His death satisfied the requirements of the old covenant—a perfect sacrifice to cover all sin always.
His resurrection broke the power of Death forever, and ushered in the New Covenant—a promise of grace and hope and peace.
His return will bring the fulfillment of history, as he gathers those who put their trust in him and takes them home forever.
He is risen, indeed!
Walk in joy today, Beloved.