It was the most influential women in Jesus’ life who rose early in the morning to visit his tomb. They were intimate friends. They were family who’d bathed and fed and changed him as an infant.
While the others wrestled with sleep in the wake of a most excruciating Sabbath, it was they who brought spices to his garden tomb for the customary third day.
Then a violent quake!
Upon the massive stone that once blocked the entrance sat a being who looked like lightning.
The Roman guards fainted on site, stiff as a board they lay as the women approached.
“Don’t be afraid,” the messenger said to the women.
“I know you are looking for Jesus, but he is not here.”
“He is risen, just as he said.”