So dead He was. And gone forever. Jesus of Nazareth. King of the Jews.
But Sunday. Just before dawn? Silver light creeping over the eastern horizon? What happened in that tomb? The body stirred. Moved. Grave clothes sank, not filled with bloody flesh. No stone moves, but a man walks out, who had been dead. A man unlike any other man, a man made new, a man radiant with the new life of God.