So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in the linen, and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock. Then he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb. Mark 15:46

Humanity tends to live in Saturday.  We had a great celebration, but then a lot of bad stuff happened.  Right now, there is a war in Europe which has decimated a lot of people.  The war in Ukraine has added over 4 million people to the already horrific refugee crisis in the world.  We have been living with a global pandemic – one that keeps rearing its ugly head, and even if we do not care anymore, it is still there, still making people sick, still taking lives.  Our nation is politically polarized at a point I’ve never experienced before.  Where we could once disagree and even argue politics, now it is at a point where you either keep your mouth shut, or you run the risk of being insulted and attacked over your views. 

The violence in our nation is terrible.  We have more and more shootings, the Philadelphia murder rate seems to go up every year and people seem to much angrier over the smallest things.  There is little understanding, little compassion.  We live in Saturday.

But today is Sunday – today is the Day of Resurrection – a day that means far more than jellybeans and chocolate eggs.  If the resurrection is to mean something to us, then we need to move on from the emptiness of Saturday and look at the empty tomb.

⁴ While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. ⁵ In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? ⁶ He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ⁷ ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” ⁸ Then they remembered his words. Luke 24:4-8