Thursday, April 2, 2015

Sit By The Empty Tomb - Just For A Moment



For the past 40 days my church has been in an attitude of intentional devotion. We have set aside time, seeking the Kingdom of God first. Each morning, at 6:33, our pastor leads us in Bible Study, prayer and communion. It is a very sacred time. Our souls are constantly being fed the word of life.

This wonderful time is leading up to Easter. As a Christian, I would say this is our most sacred time of the year. For if Christ died, but never rose, wherein lies the hope. Granted, His death is significant, taking on the sins/punishment of the world, we no longer have to bear it. We are free. Our God did not leave it there.

My mind is one that is always thinking, considering. Perhaps Christ could have disappeared into the Heavens after His death. Perhaps…

That would not have been the hope we were looking for. He said, in three days, He’d rise. And He did. Christ allowed us to see the victory. He allowed man to see Him die, to see Him buried, and to see Him rise. What amazing hope!

Man witnessed His living again. I believe it had to be so. We needed to witness the miracle of His rising. Of course, people would talk about, celebrate, observe, this Holy time for 2,000 years and beyond. This is something that cannot be an after thought.

Sadly, it is possible that we could treat it as such. We could get caught up in the new clothes, baskets, candy and family dinners without commemorating this time. It’s possible. How do I know? I’m a victim of this. Yes, I’ve been doing my devotional time each morning on the phone with my pastor. Some days I take notes. Some days, I’m rushed. I’m doing it while preparing for my day. Yes, this is OK. However, I am not meditating or fully concentrating on His miracle for me. It is important that I do.

I had to set aside time. I wanted to sit by HIS empty tomb. I needed to look inside it. I needed to see where His body rested. I needed to remember why He died, and why was He born. As I gather these thoughts, His warmth touches my heart. I’m thankful for this moment in time. The concept of the grave was all about me. All about us.


I never want to become complacent over His miracle and the hope that rests in His love for me. I will never understand it. Never. All I can do; sit by the empty tomb. Just for a moment. He never intended to stay there and neither should I. As He rose, I must also rise. The hope is in the rising. I rise so I may carry on His love for man, and share His amazing hope.

Brook Lynn Dorcent
Author/Inspirational Speaker
Founder: JUST WRITE! - A Club for Writers
Missing the Mark (Novel One)
Pressing Toward the Mark (Novel Two)
Forgetting Betrayal (Novel Three)
(Above All - Novel Four)
Spirit Over Will (Devotional)
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