Here we are Jesus, at our say nothing Easter.
And the truth is, I really don’t know what to say. An angel told us you’re alive, but what does that really mean?
Your angels are frightening God, full of life & death; we cannot fully understand who or what they are. We are blinded by the angels eyes, and need some holy shade to think. And we are not exactly filled with hope.
Where is Jesus? He promised to return, but here we are and Mark leaves us with a rolled back stone, one angel and bunch of women. Who would believe what they had to say anyway?
Would Peter and the disciples really hear what needed to be done?
This is a say nothing Easter, where we are alone with ourselves and think, what can we say.
What will you say?