The Empty Tomb

NB. Thank you for your patience the past few days...I was not able to connect with the blogspot that powers these slices of bread.

The women found the tomb empty. What further emptiness did they need after the awful scenes of Friday, when the cruel death of the One they loved, believed in and followed with blind loyalty? Perhaps still numb and wondering if it had all been a dream, they mechanically made their way to the tomb to finish the burial process, and not the last link to Jesus, his body, was gone.
Often in our lives when we think we've reached our limits, that "we can't take any more", "more" comes and our emptiness goes deeper. But then, as the women experienced, something happens to assure us that we have not reached the bottom, but have been brought to this place to experience more fully what it means to "rise from the dead", to have new life, new sense of purpose, to be reborn. Jesus comes alive on the Easter skies of our life! So it was with the women whose hearts must have pounded doubly as they ran back to tell the Eleven what they had seen and heard...that their hero had risen from the dead as he promised. What chills in their spines, what tears of joy in their eyes, what wonder in their minds: this had never happened before, coming back from the dead! May the empty tombs, the emptiness of depression and unhappiness we experience from time to time be replaced by new insights and the reassurance that this had to be so that we may know for real that All Shall Be Well.
Bro. Rene