Resurrection Morning

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I woke thinking about what the moments before Jesus’ resurrection were like. There is an angel at the tomb, tall and powerful. His armor is battle–worn, but beautiful. His face is a paradox as well—ancient and fresh, stern and full of love. He has guarded Jesus from the moment He was in Mary’s womb. All the angels of heaven have been grieving their separation from the Son, but none have felt it like him. But that doesn’t matter anymore. Every sorrow is about to be shattered.

His hands are pressed against the stone, trembling in anticipation. There. He can feel it. Feel HIM. He looks up through the thick darkness, and speaks for the first time in three days: “Now, Father?”

The Father’s response shakes the earth and gives him the strength of a hundred of his warriors. “NOW!”

All his love and grief and joy pour through him, and the stone explodes away from the force of his impact. He kneels down as a wave of revelation washes over him. As Jesus steps from the tomb, the angel smiles and whispers, “Let there be light.”

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