After Jesus was crucified, he was hastily buried as the clock was ticking moving toward the Jewish Sabbath. No work could be done.
So they had to wait. And wait. And wait.
It must have seemed like an eternity that long Saturday. On Sunday they were up and at it at the crack of dawn. When they got to the tomb, they couldn’t find Jesus body. And they were puzzled. I know I would have been as well. Probably more than puzzled.
But they moved on from being puzzled into belief. The angels explained it all to them.
They ask a stunning question. “Why are you looking for the Living One in a cemetery?” Why indeed!
Are we looking for Jesus, the Living One? If so, we will find Him.
Jesus wasn’t there but raised up from the dead. And they remembered Jesus’ words.
Belief. Faith. Joy.
On the first…