"Now after the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the grave. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled away the stone and sat upon it." ~Matthew 28:1-2I can only imagine what it was like to wake up on that morning.
The sorrow would have still be so incredibly fresh. The pain would have remained a thudding, almost crushing ache.
...if only they knew.
Because the power was brewing...the war was coming to its glorious conclusion...
...to the point that the world could not contain it for another minute longer.
The ground shook.
The guards collapsed.
The stone was rolled away.
The tomb sat cold. Hollow. EMPTY.
And the angel found his seat upon the overturned door, waiting for those who needed to hear his earth-shattered message.
"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here...for He is risen, just as He said He would..."
The disbelief would have been incredible, almost impossible for their still-broken hearts to fathom...before it all turned to a powerful, measureless joy.
This morning, I felt powerful, heart-gripping joy.
I cried tears of passionate gratitude and indescribable adoration.
The tomb is empty.
Death has been defeated.
Hell has been overturned.
Death COULD NOT handle Him. The grave COULD NOT hold Him.
My King is risen!
"...she [the White Witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward." ~C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon