I can only imagine being with the women coming to Jesus’ tomb, finding the stone that had sealed it shut rolled away and the tomb empty. I can only imagine being in a locked room, and suddenly Jesus (who they all saw crucified) is standing there with them, inviting them to touch him. I can only imagine walking along the road, mourning Jesus’ death with an unknown traveler and inviting him to stay with them, only to realize their guest is Jesus himself.
Newsletter MayJunJul 2022 for the Web
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