“They took the Master from the tomb. We don’t know where they’ve put him.” John 20:2.
This morning I sat on the patio facing east and watched the sun rise on this clear Arizona morning. It wasn’t an artist’s display of a colorful rising of the sun, but a bright golden presentation peaking between the palm trees. I read Luke 24 again and thought what it would be like to go to a cemetery to lay flowers on a loved one’s grave only to find the grass uprooted, dirt removed, and the casket missing. The shock of such a sight would make me drop to my knees and cry.
When Mary Magdalene and the other Mary found the tomb empty they ran to Peter and the other disciples in panic, “They took the Master from the tomb. We don’t know where they’ve put him.” Fortunately, Jesus found them and he made himself present to his disciples to finish his ministry on earth.
Recently, I read a story about how the body of Sammy Davis was exhumed by his wife, Altovise, when she discovered her husband had been almost destitute when he died. Apparently, she had buried him with over $70,000 worth of jewelry and wanted it back to sell. A monetary value was not placed on Jesus when he rose from the grave. We received more than gold or silver in the form of forgiveness.
Thank you, Jesus, for walking out of the tomb to life everlasting. Amen.