Originally written and posted Easter 2016.
Easter morning would be an appropriate time to read the story of the resurrection, I think. So this morning, I did, in all four gospels. I smiled at the familiarity of some of it, and re-read some places that I have not recalled. One thing repeatedly stood out to me through it all: the women who went to the tomb. They loved the Lord with their whole hearts, worshipped Him, and were grieving for Him… So much so, that they could not even recognize Him as He came to comfort them. Their hearts were so pained by their hurt and grief, the horror they had seen of an innocent man being traitored and murdered… they could not see clearly, the Son of God Himself.