by Ian Paul, Psephizo
He’s gone. The, the tomb….the stone’s rolled away! Jesus….He’s not there….I’ve just run the whole way back…. I had to tell you. This is mad. Completely crazy.
You’re all looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. Just… give me a second. Before I say anything else, you need to know who’s talking to you.
I denied Him. Three times. A servant girl – a servant girl (!) – asked me if I was with Him, and I lied straight to her face. Me. Simon Peter. The one who swore blind I’d die for Him. I was supposed to be the strong one. The rock. What a joke. I’m a coward. Plain and simple. So when I tell you what I saw this morning, remember it’s coming from the man who failed Him the worst. The man who had no right to even go near that tomb. But I ran there anyway. Hoping… not really believing.
Let me start from the beginning….