The sun rose as it always did. The chores and challenges of daily living lay ahead. A new day; a new week. Another round in the endless cycle of routine sameness of living on this planet. That is what most of the world thought as it roused itself from sleep that very first Easter morning.
It seemed no one knew that everything had changed.
Until a few women gazing through misty eyes clouded by grief and despair saw something that proved this was anything but just another Sunday morning.
Jesus had emerged from that borrowed tomb with the keys of death and Hell dangling from His belt.
Destiny had replaced death. Sin had met its match and beginning had rewritten ending. Religion had been toppled by reality, Law trumped by love and works tapped out to grace.
Mercy ran savage like a landslide over the fortresses of legalism leaving a trail of freedom in its wake.
Words like “final” and “forever” were redefined. “Hope” was filled with vivid passion and “future” exploded with vibrant potential.
Chains fell off as prison doors swing useless on their hinges. Powers of darkness fell impotent; recalcitrant rulers bowed in defeat.
The unconquerable, conquered. The unchangeable, changed. The immovable, moved.
The stone was rolled away and the world would never be the same.
I will never be the same.
Failures are no longer fatal; losses no longer final; living no longer futile. Emptiness gives way to meaning; restlessness to peace and sorrow to joy.
Shame is vanquished by mercy; performance by acceptance; failure by forgiveness.
Past, present and future rewritten in blood by the nail-scarred hand of a conquering King.
The empty tomb an open door to a brand new day…a day that will last forever.