|Easter Sunday, 2019|
2,000 years ago, Mary Magdalene ran to John and Peter with the news.
The grave was empty.
John and Peter ran back to see for themselves.
And this belief has been passed down to each of us through the ages.
In the fall of 1982, I ran the marathon through all five boroughs of New York City. Certainly, my 26-mile run pales in comparison to the sunrise sprints of Mary Magdalene, Peter and John.
Knowing that the tomb was empty was reason for them to run as fast as they could. Thousands of years of waiting was now a reality.
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. So, she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!” So, Peter and the other disciple started for the tomb. Both were running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first.
As for my glorious dash to the finish line back in 1982, I came in right behind that year’s winner, Alberto Salazar.
No Way, Bill!
Yes, I did!
I’m not lying!
(Well, to be accurate . . . 2 hours behind him.)
As you worship and give thanks to the Lord today, cherish the spirit-filled sprints of these Biblical heroes, who couldn’t wait to tell the world about our risen Lord.
And rather than merely dashing through the day with all the usual egg hunts, Easter baskets, and lavish feasts with family and friends, spend some quiet time with our Heavenly Father—who lovingly waits for us at the finish line of life.
His reward is far greater than any medals for finishing our earthly races.