How'd we get here?

Imagine for a minute you're in a different place...or at least, a very different time. You're in someone's house eating dinner, ready to go to work tomorrow doing whatever you may need to do (whether that's around the house or at your job, depending on if you work the next day).

Yesterday, you were at a funeral...a funeral of a person you respected very much, who was full of promise, taken much too soon, taken, before the world could fully experience their potential. You helped seal the grave, you were one of the last ones to leave the cemetery, but you had to, because you had somewhere to be later that night. You couldn't stay in that moment as long as you may have liked.

So tonight, you've eaten and you're wishing you had done something more to the grave - marked it, or something, so it doesn't feel so cold and plain and just part of the "scenery" - you want people to know who this person was, so you at least want to mark the grave somehow. But it's dark, and you can't really see very well (the route is poorly lit, if the lights even work at all). So you go home and do other things, promising yourself you'll go there the next morning.

It's been at least 36 hours since the funeral and as you leave to go to the cemetery, you're not entirely sure what you'll see when you get there, because in your mourning two days ago, you're not entirely sure what it looked like. But you still want to mark it somehow, taking along things to remember the person by.

So when you finally get there, which was hard, because you weren't sure exactly where it was, you're still confused, in fact, now more confused. The gravesite looks fresh, like no one had ever been buried there. Is your mind playing tricks on you?

Convinced you're "losing it", you get back in the car, and go find someone else who knew the person well...you want them to see if you're losing it or there really is something strange going on here. Well, you actually end up bringing two people back, and they want to be the first to call you insane or see if what you saw is really true, so they race. But in some twist, the second person gets to the grave first (the first one stopped short).

They're not entirely sure what to make of it either, but they have to get back to work before the boss gets mad.

So here you are, sitting there, wondering what in the world is going on, when someone from the cemetery comes up to you and you want to see if he sees it. Only, there's something a little strange about this. You've never been to this cemetery before this week, yet he knows your name. And you're like, what is going on, when you realize, the resurrection you had been hearing about for several weeks, months, even years, has finally come true - this cemetery is no longer a place to mourn the dead, but celebrate that they're alive, eternally, and he's here to prove it!

Different perspective on Easter, isn't it?