“Till this moment they had still not understood the scripture, that he must rise from the dead.”
‘Peter, wait! Peter, wait! They have taken the Lord out of the tomb. All I see here is scraps of linen cloth scattered around the place.’ Scraps of cloth, scraps of cloth, thick like doubt with ah chokehold on the morning. Mary’s cry pierced the silence, ‘We don’t know, we don’t know where they have put him.’
Peter didn’t wait. He ran straight into the tomb and stopped. Stabbed to his heart by the great emptiness, he knew. Then he knew. It is what it is. This is what the Master was on about all along. Peter’s belief sliced through the darkness and the resurrection feeling begin to dawn on him. He became fully awake.
And morning came. She broke free from the darkness of night. Get up, get up, is resurrection time. Listen to the cock crowing. The early morning mist backed off and the choir sang Alleluia, this is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad. Doubt no longer, come and run with Peter. Alleluia!