11 But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. 12 But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.
I always struggle to determine which Holy Day, Christmas or Easter is my favorite. At the age of 50 I've decided that I just can't pick one. They both are amazing miracles and they challenge us at our very core to proclaim either we believe or we don't.
This year Easter is even more meaningful to my heart as my memory of visiting the empty tomb is so fresh as I had my pilgrimage to the Holy Land in June of 2016. It was the last day of our journey and we experienced a beautiful worship service with the Lord's Supper just outside the tomb.
Right next door to the site is a working bus station which is also pictured above. It struck me that day how this reality is the beauty of being a disciple of Christ. We're called to believe in the midst of our daily lives, truth be told most of our days don't feel that miraculous. We get stuck in cynicism or exhaustion in the day to day burdens and we fail to recognize the miracle of Christ's death and resurrection.
I pray this Holy Week will be a reminder to you that you can look into the tomb and Christ is not there. He loves you and so desires for you to know the daily miracle of abundant life.
With great joy,