I 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!