The tomb was quiet and dark.
A lone figure lay on a stone bed and he was dead. After three hours of agonizing pain, he was certainly dead. He was wrapped in plain linen. Nothing fancy. Nothing smooth. No ointments, for there hadn’t been enough time.
The tomb was quiet. No breath. No sound.
The tomb was dark. No light inside. No light peeking in from outside. The large stone was a very effective light blocker.
But lo! The light began to dissipate. It was like the coming of the dawn. It seemed to roil forward, lighting the dust motes in the air.
It grew stronger, brighter. Oh, so much brighter. It was like daylight. It was as bright as the sun.
The lone figure glowed the brightest. To look upon him was to overwhelm the senses.
And he was no longer dead.
He rose from the stone bed through the cloths that wound around him and bound him. They could no longer confine him. He set his feet on the tomb’s floor.
He looked towards the tomb’s entrance.
The large rock that blocked the entrance rolled easily away. Early morning light entered the tomb, but it failed to compete with the light found therein.
The guards rushed inside, but his light overwhelmed them. They all fainted away.
He crouched and touched their heads. His voice was warm compassion as he told them, “Rest for now and rest ye well.”
The man thought about his mother and his friends. How they had grieved his passing. His mother’s grief had been a most painful dagger to his loving heart. He couldn’t wait to see them all again, to bring them comfort and peace.
He stood and walked through the entrance into the early morning light.