For the people of Jerusalem still wondering about the events of the previous Friday, it was perhaps just another day.
For the followers of Jesus, it was a day of confusion. Even the women who ventured out early in the morning with oils to anoint the body of Jesus hadn’t given a thought as to who would roll back the rock that sealed the entrance of the tomb.
The soldiers guarding the burial place of Jesus must have felt they had a cushy job – people in graves don’t tend to cause trouble.
Yet in Heaven, I bet there was considerable activity. The excitement in the air must have caused the choirs of angels to flutter a wing or two in anticipation of the moment of resurrection.
Easter Sunday is a day for Christians all over the world to share the joy of reliving a fundamental belief. That Jesus rose from the dead.
Maybe we could put our differences aside and see Easter as an opportunity to renew our common love for a God who died for us all. In so doing, we might just get to love one another as Jesus taught us.