If ever you are tempted to say, “I wish someone were to die and leave me something in his will,” allow me to tell you, “Someone has!”
On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn.
G. K. Chesterton
And he departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here.
The resurrection is an exploding flare announcing to all sincere seekers that it is safe to believe. Safe to believe in ultimate justice. Safe to believe in eternal bodies. Safe to believe in heaven as our estate and the earth as its porch. Safe to believe in a time where questions won’t keep us awake and pain won’t keep us down. Safe to believe in open graves and endless days and genuine praise.
How different is the epitaph on the tomb of Jesus! It is neither written in gold nor cut in stone. It is spoken by the mouth of an angel and is the exact reverse of what is put on all other tombs: “He is not here; for he is risen, as he said.” (Matthew 28:6)