"Christ the Lord is risen today.
Sons of men and angels say.
Raise your joys and triumphs high.
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. Alleluia!"
It is early. The air is fresh and crisp. Rain has fallen during the night. Everything is green and alive. Yet, Mary Magdalene does not see any of this as she goes to the tomb this morning. She doesn't notice the life of the creation, since the Creator is indeed dead. Nothing matters anymore, since the only One who really did matter is gone. She is going to anoint his dead body with spices. That is, if the guards will even allow her that privilege. She does not weep because all of her tears are gone. She has cried all night. The events of the previous days seem like nightmares, and not real at all. But she knows that they are real. And she knows that Jesus is dead.
She reaches the tomb. Her heart almost stops beating when she sees that the stone has been rolled away from the entrance. The guards. They must have moved His body. They have even taken that away from us.
She begins to weep, falling to her knees at the open tomb. Everything has been taken. She feels so alone. The birds do not even stop their glad songs. The flowers keep on blooming. The world keeps on living. And yet, to Mary, life is over.
"Woman, why are you weeping?" She hears the voice behind her. She glances over her shoulder and through her tears, she sees the gardener. Turning away again, she hides her face in her hands.
"Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away."
There is a moment of silence. Then the man speaks again. He only says one word.
And she knows, from His voice, that it is Him.
Easter is the day that life conquered death. "Easter says you can put truth in the grave but it won't stay there." (Clarence W. Hall.) Easter is the day to banish doubts and to instead revel in the surety of God's love for us.
He is risen!