The Empty Tomb

Happy Resurrection Sunday!

We are going up to Jerusalem,” he said, “and the Son of Man will be delivered over to the chiefpriests and the teachers of the law. They will condemn him to death and will hand him over to theGentiles, who will mock him and spit on him, flog him and kill him. Three days later he will rise.”

~Mark 10:33-34~

Jesus entered Jerusalem on a donkey. His entry signified him as a man of importance, a king.  But using a donkey instead of a horse meant that he came in peace.  He was not there to overthrow the government.  He was not there to fight at all.


 For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

~Mark 10:45~

Jesus came to serve.  He further showed this at the Passover meal when he washed the feet of his disciples.  Feet were dirty, nasty things in those days because of the literal crap on the street.  Washing feet was necessary, but normally reserved for the servants. Jesus washed the feet of the disciples in an act of servitude and love.

He was then betrayed by one who had acted as his friend. Though this betrayal did not come as a surprise to him.

When evening came, Jesus was reclining at the table with the Twelve.  And while they were eating, he said, “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.”

~Matthew 26:20-21~

Jesus prayed. Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane.  He prayed so hard that he sweat blood.  (This is a real condition and you can read about Hematohidrosis here.) He prayed asking God if there was any other way that God’s plan could be completed without him having to die.

And the he was arrested.

He was taken before Pontius Pilate who found no reason to have him executed.

He ordered a flogging, hoping that the severe beating would stop the uprising he feared.

Flogging was pretty nasty to begin with.  They used a whip with spikes of bone or metal and struck the person over and over again, ripping the flesh from the body with each strike.

He was mocked, he was tortured with a crown of thorns.

Pilate still had no reason to execute him, but the crowd (most likely temple workers, not those who cheered for his arrival) wanted him dead.

Pilate washed his hands of the situation and handed Jesus over the Jewish officials to do with what they wished.

They forced him to carry is own cross and then they nailed him to the cross.

He died there.

But he was pierced for our

He was wrapped and placed in the tomb.

On the third day when the women went to redress his burial linens and add spices they were surprised.

The tomb was empty.

Jesus appeared to his disciples and to those in the crowd. He was not dead he was alive.

At Christmas we celebrate the birth of Christ, At Easter we celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

The events of Easter give us hope.



God has power over death.  Death is not the end.  It shows us that there is so much more to life than how it will end here on Earth.

Easter is an amazing time, and it means so much more than chicken egg laying rabbits. It is hope, and love that his death demonstrates to us.

It is the hope of God’s forgiveness of our sins.

It is the love he showed us as he died on the cross.

It is the victory he showed over death.


Faith Is A Relationship


Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.


I mention God often in my posts, but I realized recently that I never really share what my faith is all about.  I love my husband and my children, but i could not be the wife or parent that I am without my relationship with God. He is my rock, my comforter, my savior.

My faith is not just a list of do’s and don’ts.  Pray, go to church, read the Bible are all wonderful things, but they are merely aspects of my faith.  It is my relationship with my God and savior that defines my faith.

God is amazing, worth knowing, worth spending time with (ie. praying and reading the Bible).

As we get closer to Easter, I am reminded of the incredible love my God has for me.

He came into this world to live among us, to teach us, to guide us.

And He took my sins upon himself, died to take the price of everything I’ve done wrong.

But he was pierced for our

I know what God has done for me.  I love Him because of it, and I desire to know Him better.  Going to church doesn’t make me a christian anymore than sitting in the garage would make me a car.  I go to church, read the Bible, pray, because I’m a christian and want to know the God I love even more.

In the end, my faith, my “Christianity” is more like falling in love than something to believe in.  It’s not a crutch. It’s not a phase. It’s the core of who I am.

I talk about God for the same reason i talk about my kids and husband and friends and family… out of love.  I’m so happy they’re in my life, I feel the need to share my experiences.

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