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    I was traveling with Max Lucado to help finalize some research for a book that became his Six Hours One Friday. We stood on the stone pavement outside Pilate’s judgment hall and walked the short distance to Calvary. Then we went to the place where Jesus’ body was hastily entombed that fateful Friday afternoon.

    The tomb has been so hacked and broken up for souvenirs over centuries that nothing substantial remains of the rock-hewn tomb itself. What is there — a slab on which the body is said to have lain — is enshrined and remote from view.

    Then our guide, Joseph Shulam, directed us to an unadorned tomb no more than fifty yards away. It has all the features described in the biblical record. We stooped low to enter it, and the burial chamber — hewn out of solid rock — was dark, oppressive, and stale. The place was likely intended to hold a small family of four or five people. Two shafts had been bored into the rock wall to hold corpses, and two or three other bodies could have been placed in the chamber itself. Max and I decided to wriggle our way into the two receptacles.

Jesus has defeated death.

    An eerie, mystical feeling came over me. Was our “imitation” of death some sort of mocking provocation to its power? Then the thought came to me that Jesus has defeated death. Within a stone’s throw of where we were, he had met death, broken its power, and proved that he was its master.

    “Thank you, God,” I whispered, “that you would not let death hold him.” Then someone in our little group began to sing: “Up from the grave he arose!” A tomb had become a place of joy. And we left that dark place with a humble sense of confidence. Its threatening presence behind us, we were grateful for Easter.

    Your finery from last Sunday is back in the closet. The colored eggs have disappeared. The candy has been gobbled. The guests have all gone home.

    Easter is over until next year, right? Oh, I hope not! When you or someone you care about gets the tragic news that her baby has Downs Syndrome, his son was killed in a car wreck, or her Dad has Alzheimer’s Disease, what single truth gives hope? What is the definitive answer to paralysis, leukemia, senility, fatal accidents, incurable diseases, and death? You know the answer: The bodily resurrection of Jesus is the sure promise of our own victory over death.

    Easter gave us our first glimpse of the new world in which death doesn’t have the last word. And we need that perspective all year round.

© 2000, Rubel Shelly. Used by permission. From Rubel Shelly's "FAX of Life" printed each Tuesday. See Faith Matters for previous issues of the "FAX of Life."