As the world sobbed and sat in confusion over the death of Jesus, an angel rolled away the stone that kept him in that tomb. Jesus could have had that tomb blasted into a million pieces and then risen through the sky with a trembling thunder and blinding light. He didn’t. He let the angles be part of the story and then quietly walked out of the place that was supposed to contain his death.
Death lost its sting that day.
He could have torn through the cities, grabbing people by the throat and telling them “See, see what you have done!”. But he didn’t. He walked as if he was still one of us. He sweetly said Mary’s name so she would recognize his face.
Mary replied “Master!”.
Oh sweet Mary. I can’t help but to feel a little bit jealous of Mary.
Even after all he went through he was still patient and kind to us. He was proven the son of God the moment he stepped foot out of that tomb yet he still walked the earth with people who didn’t believe in him. He had mercy. He had grace.
He is risen.
He is the son of God.
He is the reason we have a door to heaven.
I pray that you have Jesus living in your heart and that you are able to recognize his sweet face when he whispers your name.
Today is the most grace filled day in history.
He is risen.