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.)
Easter is upon us. Too many people just breeze right through the days between Good Friday and Easter. There are thoughts of children’s Easter Baskets. There are thoughts of what pie to make for Easter dinner. There are thoughts of spring. But where are the thoughts of the Savior? I’ve been guilty of it this year. I’ve been too busy to stop and really think about the season. Until this morning I hadn’t stopped to think. Then it hits me – Good Friday. The basis of our faith in Christ is that He IS risen… just as He said He would be. There is no body in that tomb. The disciples may have not been able to understand it at the time of the passage but we can see it. The turning point of the greatest story ever known to man. It’s a true story. Read it again… read every account in the gospels. If your heart doesn’t leap up when you read these accounts of our sealed salvation… then read it again until you get it.