Imagining the first Easter
Lost and found. That small phrase conjures up ideas of losing a wallet, purse, or in this time a cell phone; panic setting in; then going to an office to find the lost. But some things when lost cannot be found. Many of us have “lost” friends, family and associates to death. We intellectually know that it happens, but it is still painful to lose someone.
I sometimes wonder what those men and women of 2,000 years ago felt this commemorative morning of Easter when Jesus had been gone. He had foretold that he would rise, but we humans don’t listen very well. The humans in His close group probably didn’t listen or understand. All they knew was that their Lord had just died a horrific death.