We know the Easter story. The stone was rolled away, and the tomb was found empty. Jesus is no longer dead, but He is Risen, resurrected!
And that’s it, done, right? Not yet.
What’s fascinating to me is the gradual process of understanding. No one on this first Easter dawn has any real notion of what resurrection means. Firstly, the angels appear to Mary Magdalene and ask her why she is crying. She turns and sees Jesus, yet she does not see. He asks her also, “Why are you crying?” She answers in desperation, “… tell me where you have put Him, and I will get Him.”
And then Jesus says her name, “Mary.” Finally, she sees. She cries out, “Teacher!”
We may know the story of Easter but do we understand? Do we believe? Are we crying at the tomb waiting for someone to tell us where He is, or are we listening out for Him and turning to Him as He calls each by name?