The tomb

A friend of Sarah’s from MOPS has a large house, it is actually two houses that are joined by a corridor. I asked to see around the house and she said to wait a moment and she would take me around. She was hesitant to take us down the corridor, but decided to show us anyway. It was very “special”, she said.

In a dark corner of the corridor was a rock formation with a cave that had a large rock beside the entrance. In the cave was a tomb, and in the tomb was the figure of a man, it looked plain enough to be a figure of Jesus, but was obviously made of wax or plastic.

She began to read a poem, or maybe the lyrics of a song about Jesus, his death and resurrection. I cannot remember the words, but they were powerful and emotional. At the climax of the poem she declared, “Up from the grave he rose.” And the figure in the grave arose! I was taken back and overcome with emotion to see a graphic depiction of my Savior rising from the grave.

She continued to read the poem which described the poet’s personal encounter with Jesus, and the figure of Jesus looked intently at me. The poet explained how Jesus had admonished he/she to write with the words, “He struck me with his pen.”

At the end of the poem, she told of how a disciple of Jesus had invited her to join him down the path as they followed Jesus together.

A man appeared from the end of the hallway and beckoned me to join him down an unknown path, and I followed him…