Easter Morning

Starlight faded into the sunrise as it overtook the previous night. “Hurry, Joanna. Move faster.” Mary gripped the burial cloths tighter under her arm. Her feet padded silently on the packed earth pathway.

“We must reach the tomb before sunrise, or someone may stop us.” Mary’s heart pounded. She pushed the other women close together. “Don’t drop the jars.” They hustled after Joanna. “Listen for Roman soldiers.”

Joanna called over her shoulder, “What if they won’t let us tend to His body? What if they mock us?” The others agreed, wide-eyed.

“You know that the Romans allow us to observe our burial customs. Don’t let fear keep us away.” Mary lifted her eyes above the olive trees, “Sunrise is almost here. Go! One more hill.” They rushed to the crest and down through the garden. Sunlight streaked over the horizon.

“No!” Joanna dropped her jar. It splintered on a stone near her feet. “Where are the soldiers?” The women bumped into her and gasped. The tomb was empty. The heavy stone rested next to the entrance.

Mary threw her cloths to the ground and ran to the dark, open door. “Where is He?” She held onto the doorjamb and peeked inside. The shroud lay on top of the stone slab. The folded face cloth was set aside. She exited the empty tomb and faced the other women. “Where have they taken Him?”

Two men in dazzling apparel appeared and stood by them. The women were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground. The men asked, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how He told you, while He was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be crucified and on the third day rise?”

The tomb is empty. He is not there. #EasterSunday2019 #EmptyTomb

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