Perhaps, this Easter, we could we let our reflection on the meaning of Easter be introspective and allow it to change us. We could allow our hearts to be filled with gratitude for this glorious feast of Easter, which yearly makes of our Lord’s Resurrection a gift of new life to each of us. We could allow it to keep us child-like enough to enter the kingdom of heaven. We could search out dark corners of our assumptions about life into which the good news of Easter has not yet penetrated, and throw them open to the light of the risen Christ. We could allow the blessed hope, holy wonder, and sacred imagination of Easter, to dissipate the haze of self-fulfilling prophecies that masquerades as wisdom, so that only the Wisdom who is Christ abides.
But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. 2 They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, 3 but when they went in, they did not find the body. 4 While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men in dazzling clothes stood beside them. 5 The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. 6 Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, 7 that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners, and be crucified, and on the third day rise again.” 8 Then they remembered his words, 9 and returning from the tomb, they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest. 10 Now it was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told this to the apostles. 11 But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. 12 But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.