Oftentimes, our expectations go unmet
We share big news to a lackluster response
It’s important
It matters
Where are the balloons? The confetti?

Confusion
Misunderstanding
Unable to see what’s right in front of your face

Jesus, did you feel any of this?
An empty tomb
Foretold many times
yet never comprehended

Are you the gardener?
A mysterious guest on the road?
A ghost?

On that first Easter morning
No confetti
No noisemakers
Just a stone moved
Linen clothes on a slab
An empty tomb
and bewilderment

Were you disappointed, Jesus?
That it took a bit for reality to set in?
That they needed a sign to know it was really you?

No.
There was no disappointment
Just faithfulness
to love
to show the scars
to call their names
to bring along
to encourage
to restore.