It was an astonishing discovery the women made that first Easter morning.  The gray shimmers of dawn found them approaching the forbidding chamber into which, not many hours before, the broken body of Jesus had been placed.  They came with spices to complete the sad task of burial.  Their hope was nowhere in sight.  Their expectations were shattered.  They were looking for nothing more than dealing, as best they could, with the reality of their Lord’s death.  The biggest thing on their minds was who would roll the large stone away from the tomb so they could perform one last act of love for Jesus.

Were they ever in for a surprise.  The stone was rolled away.  Jesus was gone from the tomb.  An angel was there to let them know what had happened.  Jesus had risen!  He was alive!  There was new life!  They were to go and tell the disciples.