“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said.” – Matthew 28:6
When I read this today, I thought of something I hadn’t in quite a while.
The feeling of utter surprise that must have overtaken the women when they heard those words.
They didn’t go to Jesus’ tomb expecting a miracle. They weren’t prepared for a celebration. They were there to continue the mourning process. You know how it is when you’ve lost a loved one. In your grief, you just keep going back to the place where their body remains. You don’t know why, but you do. There’s something about being there that makes you feel closer.
And so there they were. Surprised, shocked, in the best possible way. Sure, Jesus had said He would be raised from the dead. But they didn’t believe Him. Neither would we. How often does a person die and live to tell about it?
It wasn’t likely. In fact, it was the most unlikely scenario for them to come upon. At a time when it didn’t seem possible, at the apex of their mourning, Jesus surprised them with joy, excitement, hope.
So of all the many things that we can say and know about Resurrection Sunday, one of the most comforting is that Easter reminds us that our sorrow will not strangle us forever. At a time when it doesn’t seem possible, in the most unexpected way, Jesus gently takes our tune of mourning and writes over it a victory song.
It’s a song so pure you can’t help but dance to it.
Dance, for His song is true.
Dance for His song is beautiful.
Dance for His song is everlasting.
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing…” Psalm 30:11