I was there.
I saw it all.
Yes, I am just a stone, and too large for women to move, but late Friday afternoon Joseph of Arimathea rolled me in front of the entrance to the tomb. There was quietness that night in this land of graves, but Saturday things changed! A soldier came and placed a seal on me. It was the government’s way of saying “Keep Out”! A guard of Roman soldiers was stationed in front of me. I heard them talking and laughing all day and during the next night.
Before dawn early Sunday morning the whole world shook! The ground moved under me, and at the same time lightning appeared, and then I saw an angel, in clothes that gleamed, come down from heaven. He took hold of me and rolled me back away from the entrance, and then He sat on me. In fear the guards fell to the ground as dead men.
And then I saw HIM! He came forth with the look of a Winner! A Hero! One Victorious! No longer a dead man. He was ALIVE! As He stepped out of the tomb, He turned His face upward. I heard Him shout to His Father, “I did it! Your plan has now been completed.”
Several angels, clad in clothes as white as snow, were moving here and there around Him, and I heard them uttering words of praise. In that blessed holy time, I too had to shout my praise.
I was there. This was the greatest event of all time, either in heaven or on earth, . . . . .and I was there!
By Doris Stensland – April 2013