
That's what I would like to say to the women who arrived at the tomb, if I had been a passerby. I know that very often I need to remind myself of the same truth. It is easy to believe in the resurrection after the suffering passes and his consoling presence is with us again. It is very difficult for me to keep this in the forefront of my heart, my soul and my mind when suffering revisits me, as it revisited the women, the apostles and the disciples who were martyred for him.
So my reflection today is quite simple. I pray for the grace to always hold the Gift of the Resurrection uppermost in my consciousness. I want to live out of the hope and joy that I know when I remember that I am never alone because he is truly risen, never to die again! I want to remember that nothing in my life, not even terrible tragedy, illness or death, can ever separate me from the love that pours forth upon me from Christ, who is risen. So, no matter where you or I am in our lives right now, dear reader, we have cause for a joy inside that the world just can't take away. He is with us. He will help us. And one day, after we too rise, we will be with him again. ALLELUIA!