Greetings in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!
“Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!” (Luke 24:5b–6)
It was early. The kind of early where the stars are still holding on, and the birds have barely begun to sing. The city of Jerusalem lay quiet, unaware that history was about to turn on its head.
A small group of women made their way through the dim morning light, feet brushing through dew-covered grass. Their arms were full—not with flowers or banners, but with burial spices. They came not to rejoice, but to grieve. The man they had followed, the one who spoke with unmatched authority and tender compassion, had been crucified. The One who once calmed storms now lay silent behind a stone.
They came expecting to mourn. To pour out their love one last time in the only way they knew how—by caring for His body.
Their hearts were heavy. Their hope had been sealed inside a tomb. And yet, they came. Out of love. Out of loyalty. Out of a deep devotion to the one who had seen them, healed them, dignified them.
But something felt different that morning.
As they approached the tomb, a stillness hung in the air—not just the stillness of early morning, but something deeper. And then they saw it: the stone was rolled away.
Panic surged. Could it be grave robbers? Had something gone terribly wrong?
Or had something gone incredibly right?
In that moment, sorrow collided with wonder. Fear gave way to awe. The silence was about to be shattered—not by death, but by resurrection.
The Heart of Love at the Tomb
They didn’t come with plans. They came with pain.
Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome weren’t scholars. They held no titles. Their names didn’t carry weight in the synagogues or the courts. But in God’s eyes, they carried something greater: love, faithful and unshaken by the horror of the cross.
Mark 16:1–4 tells us their simple intention:
When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, ‘Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?
They didn’t have a solution. The stone was massive. The guards were real. But love moved their feet anyway. And that’s often how faith begins—not with answers, but with affection. They didn’t come expecting a risen Savior. They came because their hearts couldn’t stay away.
But when they arrived, the stone had already been rolled back.
The ground they expected to be heavy with sorrow became the very ground of God’s declaration: He is not here. He has risen.
“Why do you look for the living among the dead?” the angels asked them. “He is not here; he has risen!” (Luke 24:5–6)
Can you imagine their confusion? They had come with tears. Now their hearts raced with questions. Where was His body? What did this mean?
In that moment, God honored not their strength—but their presence. They had come simply to love—and love brought them face to face with resurrection.
Among them was Mary Magdalene, a woman whose life had been transformed by Jesus. John 20 paints the moment vividly. While the others returned to tell the disciples, Mary stayed. She stood outside the tomb, weeping. Through her tears, she saw someone she thought was the gardener.
“Sir,” she said, “if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” (John 20:15)
But then—one word. One name.
“Mary.” (John 20:16)
That’s all it took. The way He said her name. The way only He could say it. In that instant, grief gave way to recognition. Her eyes widened. Her heart broke open. And she cried out, “Rabboni!”—Teacher.
Jesus didn’t give her a theology lecture. He gave her her name.
This is the heart of Jesus.
He meets people not first with explanations, but with compassion. He speaks not with loud declarations, but with personal words. He doesn’t require perfection. He simply responds to presence.
The first witness of the resurrection wasn’t Peter or James or John—it was Mary. A woman once known by her broken past, now entrusted with the greatest message in history.
“Go to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” (John 20:17)
And she did.
The story of Easter begins not with spectacle, but with tenderness. With a heart that came to serve… and left proclaiming life.
That same voice still speaks today.
He knows your name.
And He’s not far off.
He’s alive.
The Risen Jesus Comes to the Fearful and Doubting
The women ran from the tomb, hearts pounding, voices trembling with joy and confusion. They rushed to find the disciples and tell them what they had seen. But the reaction they received wasn’t celebration—it was disbelief.
Luke 24:11 tells us,
“But they did not believe the women, because their words seemed to them like nonsense.”
Even after everything Jesus had said—about rising on the third day, about victory over death—when it actually happened, it felt too impossible to accept.
We often assume doubt is a modern thing, born of science or skepticism. But doubt is ancient. It lived in the hearts of those closest to Jesus. The disciples, the very ones who had walked with Him, eaten with Him, heard His teachings firsthand—even they struggled to believe that death didn’t have the final word.
But Jesus doesn’t scold them for that.
John 20:19–20 captures the quiet and fear that filled the room that evening:
“On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you!’ After he said this, he showed them his hands and side. The disciples were overjoyed when they saw the Lord.”
No condemnation. No, “I told you so.” Just peace. Just presence.
He showed them His wounds—not as a reminder of pain, but as proof of love. The very marks that once symbolized defeat now proclaimed victory. His scars became a testimony: “I’ve overcome. And I’ve come back for you.”
But not everyone was there that night.
Thomas, one of the twelve, had missed it. And when the others told him, his heart couldn’t grasp it.
“Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” (John 20:25)
Thomas gets a bad reputation, often called “Doubting Thomas.” But he was just honest. He didn’t want secondhand stories. He wanted a real encounter.
And Jesus gave it to him.
Eight days later, Jesus returned. The doors were still locked. The fear hadn’t yet lifted. But Jesus came again—through the barriers, through the hesitation, through the doubt.
“Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.’” (John 20:27)
Jesus didn’t rebuke Thomas. He invited him. He met his questions with presence. His wounds became the answer.
And Thomas responded with one of the clearest confessions in all of Scripture:
“My Lord and my God!” (John 20:28)
It’s a declaration not just of faith, but of awe. He realized Jesus wasn’t just alive—He was everything He claimed to be.
Jesus then said,
“Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:29)
That includes us.
Jesus still comes through locked doors—whether physical, emotional, or spiritual. He still meets people in fear and doubt. He still offers peace instead of shame. Presence instead of punishment.
That’s the kind of Savior He is.
Gentle. Patient. Personal.
And wonderfully present.
Witnesses Then, Witnesses Now
The resurrection of Jesus didn’t end with the women at the tomb or with the disciples hiding behind locked doors. It continued—day after day, encounter after encounter. Jesus kept appearing, not as a ghost or a memory, but as a living, breathing person. Touchable. Recognizable. Alive.
Acts 1:3 tells us,
“After his suffering, he presented himself to them and gave many convincing proofs that he was alive. He appeared to them over a period of forty days and spoke about the kingdom of God.”
Forty days. That’s nearly six weeks of appearances, of conversations, of moments shared with those who knew Him best. It wasn’t a one-time vision or a fleeting spiritual high. It was a sustained presence, marked by convincing proofs.
Jesus didn’t appear in shadows or whispers. He came into rooms. He broke bread. He ate fish. He walked with two men on the road to Emmaus, explaining how all of Scripture pointed to Him (Luke 24:27). He cooked breakfast for Peter on a beach (John 21:12). He restored the very ones who had denied Him, lifting their shame and giving them purpose.
And the appearances didn’t stop with the twelve. 1 Corinthians 15:6 tells us,
“After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers and sisters at the same time, most of whom are still living…”
In other words, “Go ask them.” These weren’t private, mystical visions. These were public, shared experiences. Encounters with the risen Jesus.
And these witnesses were never the same.
Peter, who had denied Jesus three times, stood boldly in the streets of Jerusalem and proclaimed,
“God has raised this Jesus to life, and we are all witnesses of it.” (Acts 2:32)
Thomas, once a doubter, became a missionary who traveled far beyond Jerusalem to tell others about the one he had touched.
Mary Magdalene, once seen only by her past, became the first evangelist—the first to declare,
“I have seen the Lord!” (John 20:18)
These weren’t superhumans. They were ordinary people—fishermen, tax collectors, sisters, friends. But they had seen something extraordinary. And their lives told the story.
The Gospel didn’t spread because of clever speeches or polished arguments. It spread because transformed people couldn’t stay silent. Fear turned to courage. Shame and fear gave way to joy. Sorrow and desperation was overtaken by hope.
And that message has never stopped moving.
Because Jesus didn’t rise just to make a point—He rose to offer a promise. A promise that still stands:
“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.” (John 11:25)
It’s not about earning it. It’s not about being perfect. It’s about receiving what has already been done.
Just like Mary at the tomb.
Just still like Thomas in his doubt.
Just still like Peter in his regret.
Just like you.
Just like me.
We are part of that same story. We are among the witnesses—not because we’ve seen Him with our eyes, but because we’ve experienced Him in our hearts. In our questions. In our healing. In our hope.
The resurrection didn’t just happen then. It’s still echoing now.
And you are invited to be one of them.
Summary: Open Hearts and Eternal Hope
The resurrection of Jesus is not just a historical event to be remembered—it is a personal invitation to be embraced. It is God’s way of reaching into the darkest places of our world and our hearts and saying, “There is more. There is life. There is hope.”
This invitation is not reserved for the strong or the spiritually confident. It is for the weary, the doubting, the heartbroken. The women who came to the tomb didn’t arrive with theological arguments. They came with grief. And Jesus met them. The disciples locked themselves in a room, paralyzed by fear. And Jesus stood among them with the words, “Peace be with you.” Thomas voiced his doubts honestly, and Jesus responded not with shame, but with compassion.
Jesus still does.
He doesn’t call us to prove ourselves. He calls us to trust Him. To open our hearts—whether cautious, curious, or crushed—and simply receive the gift He offers.
And what is that gift?
It is nothing less than eternal life—not just someday in heaven, but a life today that is grounded in unshakable hope. A hope that does not fade in suffering. A hope that outlasts confusion and fear. A hope that says, even in the hardest moments, “You are not alone. I am with you. And I have overcome.”
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” — 1 Peter 1:3
That hope is for everyone. It’s for you. And it starts with an open heart.
Will you receive it, today and right now?
Let’s pray together.
Lord Jesus,
We thank You for that early morning, when the tomb was found empty, and love broke through death. Thank You for coming to the women who grieved, for speaking peace to the fearful, and for showing Your hands to the doubting.
You are alive. And because You live, we can live too—with hope that never fades.
Open our hearts. Break through the stones of fear, pride, or pain. Speak our names like You spoke Mary’s. Remind us that we are seen, known, and loved.
Today, we receive Your gift. Not because we’ve earned it, but because You gave it freely. Help us to walk in the light of Your resurrection—with courage, joy, and a heart wide open to Your grace.
In Your name we pray, Amen.
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” (1 Peter 1:3)