Mark 16:11 When they heard that Jesus was alive and that she had seen him, they did not believe it.
Did you like looking for Easter eggs as a child? There is something wonderful in finding an object, even a colored egg, in a place where it normally wouldn’t be. The older I get the more I value “sameness.” Keep me in my routines. Let my mechanical devices perform as they always have with no glitches. Keep my world running smoothly. The seasons and rhythms of life are beautiful and comforting. But they are never enough by themselves. We want Easter eggs. We want there to be hidden treasures out there that let us know that there is more than just the repetitive. Even when, like the disciples in the above verse, we find it hard to believe it is possible, we still want more… more possibilities, more life, more love. We want resurrection. We long for it in the deepest recesses of our being. And God gives it to us! The great surprise, which the women embraced more readily than the twelve, that Jesus had not fallen victim to the way of all flesh but had done what, by our meager minds, could not be done, fills a place in our hearts, minds and imaginations that so desperately needs filled.