Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!”
So Peter and the other disciple started for the tomb. Both were running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. He bent over and looked in at the strips of linen lying there but did not go in. Then Simon Peter, who was behind him, arrived and went into the tomb. He saw the strips of linen lying there, as well as the burial cloth that had been around Jesus’ head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen. Finally the other disciple, who had reached the tomb first, also went inside. He saw and believed. (They still did not understand from Scripture that Jesus had to rise from the dead.)
Even though Jesus had told his disciples more than once that he would be betrrayed, murdered, and rise again – they just didn’t get it. Until they saw it with their own eyes. Much like our faith in Christ. We just don’t get it. Until he opens our eyes. I pray this Easter morning, that if the Lord hasn’t yet opened your eyes, he does today! That you see the Risen King for what he is, and marvel in his glory! That you open the door that he’s been knocking on, and let him in. Oh what a glorious day indeed!
For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.