Early on Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. (New Living Translation)
Here’s why I love this verse.It’s the reason I live.The very fact that death could not keep my Savior in the ground is what allows me to live an abundant life on this earth. He endured the whips and lashes that should have been mine. He suffered and bled on a cross that had my name on it. And on that dark Friday afternoon, he was put in a tomb that wasn’t meant for him. But then came Sunday.That glorious Sunday morning when Mary came to check on her Lord only to find that he was not there. I am so thankful that he was missing.