After Jesus was put in the tomb, Mary, Mary Magdalene and Salome went to anoint His body. When they arrived, the stone was rolled away, Jesus’ body was gone and an angel was there where He had been laid. The angel told the women not to be afraid, that Jesus had risen and gone to Galilee. Two disciples also ran to the tomb and found that He was gone. None had believed that Jesus was going to rise from the dead.
Mary sobbed outside the tomb, still wondering where Jesus’ body had been taken, when He appeared behind her. In her grief and confusion, she couldn’t recognize Him until she heard Him speak her name.
In His death He took my sin and gave me eternal life. In His resurrection He left my sin behind and my death as well. Shall I sit at the door and gaze into the tomb, or run to Him on the road to Galilee in worship and gratitude? Whatever befalls me, whatever threatens, whatever snares, it is good to grieve it while acknowledging the One who is victorious over it all. Death, in whatever form it occurs in my life, is never the final word. I do not choose to sink into its clutches anymore than I would knowingly walk into a pit of quicksand. In my pain, I will look to Him and He will respond and call me by name.
O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? 1 Corinthians 15:55
Meeting God at the Park 