Saturday, April 7, 2012

Remember... The Tomb Was Empty

Growing up, Easter was a holiday to satisfy my sweet tooth, and to wear pretty spring dresses with dainty lace gloves. Celebrating the arrival of spring, we dyed eggs and hunted for hidden treasures. One year, I remember diving into my easter basket early Sunday morning, seeking to find all the goodies hidden in the colorful plastic eggs and pink grass. One orange egg had a slip of paper poking out. Curious, I read my mother's familiar handwriting. "Remember" it stated. Opening the egg, it continued, "Remember... The tomb was empty." Swallowing the sugary mass I had been chewing, I felt a warmth in my heart as I thought about what my Mom wanted me to remember. On that first Easter morning, Christ left the tomb empty. He died, yet now He lives! He is risen! He has conquered death. He has given us all the promise that death will not be the end.