Holy week – Easter Day, April 24

I’ve hardly slept since Friday’s execution of Jesus. I need to find shelter from the Romans and the Sanhedrin.  The darkness in my life has not waned with night coming to an end. I can only imagine what Mary will find at the tomb when she goes to tend to the body. But wait, she has returned and exclaimed that Jesus is not there. He has risen, and she has seen an angel of the Lord who announced it to her. He is raised from the dead. What can this mean? Oh, He is the temple. I think this has to do the rebuilding the temple in three days. He has come to show us the light and has prepared a way for each of us to follow. I can only imagine what this will mean for us. His kingdom is not of this planet but is in heaven. The Romans and the Jewish leadership are irrelevant. Halleluiah, the Lord has risen. He is raised from the dead. Death is defeated and everyone who believes in the Lord can be saved forever. No one needs fear death ever again. He died for my sins. I am forgiven. I can only imagine the ecstasy of my life following my risen Lord. I must tell everyone I meet about what has happened. Bless Thomas for doubting the truth and then discovering it for himself. If he can believe after seeing, it will be some much better for anyone who believes and yet has not seen. Easter is a glorious day, after all. He has risen from the dead and all is right with the world. I should never have doubted, but then I didn’t understand. I listened to His lessons and did not believe. I heard His words and forgot to heed them. I will doubt Him or disbelieve or not heed what He has done for me. I am forgiven. I can only imagine.