“As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. (NIV)
It’s Sunday now, and the women who walked with Jesus journey to the tomb where they laid Him. They were alone. The men are hanging back, in fear of being arrested, or worse.
The women were distraught and sometimes when you are troubled, your mind is focused on the wrong things. Especially when you’re grieving. Ask anyone who has experienced the loss of a loved one that cut them deep, and they will probably tell you they tried to stay busy those first few days to keep their mind off of their pain.
So as they walked to the tomb, their minds were consumed with how they would move the stone.
Imagine, when they saw that the stone was moved.
I want to paraphrase something I read from BibleRef.com*, and that is, despite walking with Jesus and listening to Him, the women missed what Jesus said. If they had been paying attention, on Sunday morning they would have been running out to find where Jesus was alive, not looking for Him dead lying in the tomb.
Here’s where our stories are the same.
Where I too get it wrong…
Because despite walking with Jesus all the years I have, and knowing Him the way that I do… not to mention having the benefit of knowing the full story, I still fall short.
The women wondered “who will open the tomb for us?”
I wonder the same.
I cower under worries like:
Who will help me?
How will this problem be solved?
What will happen to me?
I think things like:
I’m all alone in this.
I can’t do this.
This is too much.
I sit, stifled, failing to step out in faith in tasks I feel I am called to complete because of fear.
“*But if they really understood who He was, they would know they are going to meet Jesus alive.”
With all my faith—AND with the Holy Spirit living inside of me—when am I going to stop all of that nonsensical, hamster on a wheel, back a forth and know…
on each occasion, at every crossroad, valley, loss…right there in that spot when I am not sure how I am going to move the stone and step out of the darkness… that’s the moment…
I am “going to meet Jesus alive!”
And all these temporal things I experience here in this broken world HE took with Him that day on the cross.
And on that third day, when He walked out of that tomb, they were left behind.
Death was defeated.
And I became free.
And so did you!
*Reference from BibleRef.com© Copyright 2002-2021 Got Questions Ministries. All rights reserved.