It Happened One Sabbath Eve…
The Beach. Good Friday. Rain. And a perfect day to ponder and reflect.
And what was I pondering and reflecting on? A cold winter’s night as a young couple traveled to their familial village to register for a census. On a night as the young woman neared the birth of her first child. The same night there was no room at the inn. The night that God became fully God and fully human. And the journey began…
The journey to a Cross on which that baby would voluntarily lay down to accept our sins and Whose Blood would wash us clean.
Without that cold winter’s night or that horrible Friday, there would be no Easter. There would have been no Resurrection. And there would be no hope.
But, that Friday did happen. And then came Sunday morning. An empty tomb. And the prophecies fulfilled. The hope became a reality. And the God/Man became fully God once again. Our Hope. Our Redeemer. Our Savior.
“After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb.
There was a violent earthquake, for the angel of the Lord came down from Heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen.” Matthew 28:1-6 (NIV)
He has risen indeed. Happy Easter.