But very early on Sunday morning the women went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. They found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. So they went in, but they didn’t find the body of the Lord Jesus.
In a sense, the cross was a suicide mission. Jesus Christ was fully aware of His purpose and destination. 33 short years. A gruesome death. 3 days in the grave. However, unlike the ending of a beautiful play, the glorious finale was not concluded by a closed curtain, but that of a torn curtain and a rolled stone. And if you listen carefully, it’s as if the tomb is inviting you to come and see the miracle that has happened. Like how our Lord invited the first apostles. “Come and see.”
And as you accept His invitation, you will eventually realize that you’re on that same suicide mission. It won’t be pretty. Your old self that was admired by the world, viewed by your narcissistic eyes, is actually in a state of decay. Rotten up to its inner core. You come to kill it, only to arrive to a second realization. It’s already dead!
Death: Sin’s consequence. God wasn’t kidding when He told Adam & Eve to not eat of the fruit from the tree of knowledge, for they will surely die. We received our proper wage. And that same death Jesus embraced with all the lashes, piercing and brutality. Blood, sweat & tears the sinless Son of God offered. So that the stone covering of your own tomb would be rolled away. And for the very first time, like a newborn babe, air would fill your lungs.
Life: A gift, not a wage. Gift for our reconciliation with God. Gift undeserving. Proclaim that gift. It is meant to be shared. Just like how God used the women’s witnesses of Christ’s resurrection, we are now His ambassadors for we have experienced first-hand that same resurrection. Previous enemies of God, now part of His family. And we have a family business. We are in the business of bringing dead people back to life!