Reflections From The Garden Tomb...

Sometimes I close my eyes and I am back in The Garden Tomb, outside the city walls of Jerusalem, where 2,000 years ago, Jesus stepped from the grave and changed the world forever. I can still see blossom blowing in the wind, and rays of sunlight streaming on dancing tulips.

I can still hear the chorus of birds as they fly over a tree that somehow grew in the shape of a cross.

And most of all, I can still feel the undeniable peace and presence of the risen Christ.



And I know with absolute certainty that no stone could keep Him in that grave. No guards could keep Him in that tomb, because just like the sunrise over Lake Galilee, nothing can stop it. The darkness of the dawn is always overcome with light.

And what an utter privilege we have to pass on to our children what we know to be true...not just on Easter Sunday, but on every day of the year...
He Is Risen! Alleluia!