I can only pretend to imagine the scene.
Women who had followed and served Jesus were taking an early morning journey to the garden tomb.
Their grief new no bounds, but they were on a mission.
They were going to the tomb to properly anoint the body of their Lord.
They’d lost not just a wonderful man, a great teacher, and doer of many amazing things, but the one whom they believed to be the Son of God, the savior God had promised.
He was the answer to all their hopes and dreams.
And now, He was gone.
He’d been nailed to a Roman cross and left there until He surrendered His spirit.
Because of the coming Sabbath, the Jewish leaders wanted His body — His dwelling place while on the Earth, but now just an empty shell — to be removed from the cross, along with those of the criminals who died there next to Him.
Religious observances mattered to the Jewish leaders and the sight of mangled bodies hanging on crosses would mar the occasion.
With night falling quickly, there was little time for ceremony.
Two kind-hearted men took the Lord’s body and quickly washed and wrapped it, and then placed it in a nearby garden tomb.
Then the men rolled a large stone against the door of the tomb and left to observe the Sabbath.
Jesus’ body laid there, lifeless and growing colder by the minute, guarded by a detachment of soldiers assigned to prevent Jesus’ followers from stealing His remains.
As the soldiers watched, something wonderful happened — an event beyond our comprehension, really — and it shook the foundations of history.
The earth quaked.
An angel appeared from heaven and rolled the stone away from the door.
Then the guards quaked, frightened to the point of passing out.
As the women approached the tomb they saw the angel sitting on the stone, as though he were waiting to share some exciting news.
After giving the standard angel instructions — that is, don’t be afraid; angels must be fierce-looking creatures — he spoke…
Do not be afraid; for I know that you are looking for Jesus who has been crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying. Go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead; and behold, He is going ahead of you into Galilee, there you will see Him; behold, I have told you.
I love what happened next because it provides a small glimpse into our Savior’s genuine compassion for His followers.
Jesus appeared to the women as they ran to tell the disciples what they’d seen.
He didn’t make them wait till they got to Galilee, as the angel had reported, but chose to reveal Himself before they could even tell the others what the angel had told them.
I don’t know why He did that; the scriptures don’t tell us.
Maybe He wanted to help them understand right away.
Perhaps He wanted to share their joy and relieve their anxiety.
It could be that He just couldn’t wait to let them know that everything was going to be okay.
Have you ever been so excited about something that was going to happen that you just couldn’t contain yourself?
I think Jesus had that kind of excitement.
The whole thing had worked out as planned.
Everything, from His birth to His life’s events, to His arrest, murder, and resurrection happened just as hundreds of prophecies had said they would.
Satan had been defeated. He arguably won a battle, but he lost the war.
Jesus’ resurrection was the culmination of plans to redeem His people that had been in the works since the very beginning.
Jesus’ resurrection is our victory.
If we’re in Christ, we’ve already won.
Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
Now THAT’S Good News!
Go and share it.