The empty tomb that isn’t really empty. Because it’s filled with hope.
The empty tomb is actually bursting at the seams, overflowing with unexpected second chances.
What seems like the end isn’t really the end.
When it’s over, lost, gone, broken beyond repair… that’s when things have really just begun.
Life after death is so much more extraordinary than life before it.
Wholeness comes from brokenness.
Beauty is birthed in ashes.
The new life of spring actually begins with the slow death of autumn.
And that, to me, is the joy of Easter. Found right here in the empty-yet-abundantly-full tomb…