The wind blew on Friday and snuffed the lamp out. The wind blew. The earth shook. Darkness settled down like a heavy, suffocating pall. Wailing and mourning and oppressive grief filled every fold.
Go home. Light the fire. Think of other things.
Did the sun rise on Saturday? Did the birds dare to sing? Maybe. Probably. But it was not a day like any other. Darkness still reigned in the hearts of God’s people. Their hopes and their dreams died a slow death on Friday. As they watched, their peace drained away in wandering rivulets down the beam of a Cross, finally – mercifully – soaking into the dusty earth. The lamp had been snuffed out on Friday. On Saturday, for them, the sun did not rise.
On Sunday morning, while it was still dark, they headed for the tomb. Heavy of heart, burdened with sadness, they brought spices to honor the One in whom they had trusted; the One they loved. On the way, the sharp darkness began to soften. Would the sun indeed rise this day?
The earth shook. Heaven opened. The stone rolled away. (Matthew 28; John 20)
Do not be afraid.
Look! There He stands, His face like the sun shining in full strength. (Revelation 1:17)
Do not be afraid.
Look! He who is, who was, and who is to come – the Almighty — is alive. (Revelation 1:8)
Do not be afraid. The darkness is gone. The lamp is relit. The Son has risen from the dead, just as He said. (Matthew 28:6)
Hallelujah! Christ the Lord is risen today! He was dead, and behold, He lives forevermore. (Revelation 1:18)
Hope is reborn. Peace is renewed. The glory of the LORD has risen upon God’s people. Their sun shall no more go down, nor their moon withdraw itself; for the LORD will be their everlasting light, and the days of their mourning shall be ended. (Isaiah 60:1, 20)
Christ is risen!