Let us return to the garden, that Easter garden of a week ago that we are still celebrating and try to clear some fog. Let us forget about the time of day, forget about just who was there, forget about why they came, and think for a moment about what they came to see.
A tomb in which a dead body lay, a tomb that was sealed to ensure that no one could take that body out of it, a tomb which they wondered how they would get into. But that wasn’t what they saw.
We need eyes to see the truth even when it seems as if our eyes are deceiving us. Eyes to see as God sees even when what is before our eyes seems impossible. Yesterday in churches all around the world those gathered were reminded of Thomas and his honest doubting as the Gospel was read, today as we return to the garden let us pray that we may have eyes of faith to believe even if we have not seen for ourselves.
But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb.