Follow the Women at the Tomb

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Their teacher had been crucified. The One they’d followed was unfastened from a shameful cross and laid in a tomb; his body, lifeless. The Man who’d understood them unlike anyone they’d ever known was gone. The Advocate who’d defended Mary of Bethany after she’d broken open her expensive jar of perfume in worship, the Savior who’d cast the seven demons out of Mary Magdalene, had been arrested, crucified, and buried.

And now, it was Sunday. “Toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb” (Matt. 28:1).

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They and a few other women were stirring, rustling themselves awake, if they’d slept at all. They had work to do. Gathering their spices to anoint his body, they set off. They wouldn’t think of letting him go without paying tribute, without one final touch.

On their way to the tomb they discussed, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?” (Mark 16:3).

They had no idea how they’d get a stone like that moved out of the way. But they were women who’d walked with Jesus. And a stone standing in the way wouldn’t keep them from making their way toward him. They kept walking with their spices, with their heartache, with each other, on a mission. That stone would be taken care of one way or another.

When they arrived, they “found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus” (Luke 24:2–3).

That impossibly heavy stone—the one that could’ve kept them in bed under the covers wrapped in thoughts that they and their spices would never get inside anyhow—had been moved. But there was another problem, one they couldn’t have foreseen, the overwhelming heartbreak that turned out to be their salvation: Jesus wasn’t there.

“Why do you seek the living among the dead?” the angels asked. “He is not here but has risen!” (Luke 24:5–6)

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SOURCE: The Gospel Coalition