We walk to the tomb to finish the rushed burial process we had started. We talk about Jesus’ life and His teachings and His miracles. He spoke about being fishers of men, and faith the size of mustard seeds could move mountains. We knew what needed to be done. We knew the process.
When we arrive, we see the stone rolled away.
We are confused and shocked.
We thought, “What has happened? Something is wrong!”
We knew we needed to tell the apostles. Simon Peter and another apostle ran to the tomb and confirmed that Our Lord’s Body was gone. John arrives first, stooping to observe, then Simon Peter, who enters first.
Jesus’ body is gone.
There is only a burial cloth.
Where have they taken His body?
Where did it go?
With nothing more to do, we return to the upper room.
We shuffle our feet as we walk, each in our own thoughts. John’s face has the furrow in his brow from his deep thoughts. He is seeing something that I do not quite understand—the burial cloth, left behind, and nothing disturbed the way theft looks.
I am disquieted by my thoughts.
The memory of Jesus’ words returns.
I think to myself, “Does this make sense? I cannot ignore His words and all that I have seen.”
In the upper room, the air is stifling with a shared uneasiness as to what this means. Each of us is putting Jesus’ words together.
We look at each other with an unsettled bewilderment.
We see something in His words and are not quite sure how to express it.
It is as though His words are being fulfilled before us.
Something is beginning.
Something we do not yet understand.
The room is still.
No one speaks.
And then—
He stands among us.
Not a sound. Not a warning.
Just… there.
We do not move.
We do not breathe.
Peace.
His voice is the same.
Not distant. Not changed.
Peace.
I look at Him—truly look—and everything I saw… everything I questioned… everything I could not understand…
It does not fall apart.
It comes together.
The Cross.
The tomb.
The words.
All of it.
He is alive.
Not taken.
Not lost.
Not remembered.
Alive.
And in His presence, the weight we carried—the confusion, the fear, the grief—
it begins to lift.
Not all at once.
But enough.
Enough to know.
References
Sacred Scripture
- Gospel of Matthew 28:1–10
- Gospel of Mark 16:1–14
- Gospel of Luke 24:1–36
- Gospel of John 20:1–20
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