Eliam’s Journey Through Holy Week: Sunday – “The Resurrection”
“But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, bringing the spices which they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.” – Luke 24:1-3
“He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.” – Matthew 28:6
The news spread through Jerusalem like wildfire, igniting hearts and minds with a bewildering mix of rumor, disbelief, and hope. Women, they said, had gone to the tomb at dawn to anoint Jesus’s body, only to find the stone rolled away and the tomb empty. Angels had appeared to them, proclaiming Jesus alive.
Eliam heard these whispers, these bold claims of resurrection, with a heart still heavy from the events of the past days. How could it be? Was it possible that Jesus, whom he had seen crucified, had risen from the dead? The despair that had clouded his Saturday began to fracture, pierced by the slimmest rays of hope. But confusion reigned—could the dead truly live again?
The city itself seemed transformed. The oppressive silence of yesterday gave way to an undercurrent of excitement, a buzz of activity as word of the empty tomb spread. Eliam watched, amazed, as people who had been shrouded in mourning now spoke animatedly, their faces alight with something that had been absent just the day before: hope.
Then, amidst the turmoil of his emotions and the whirlwind of rumors, Eliam saw Him. It was Jesus, unmistakably—yet changed. Not the broken figure taken down from the cross, but radiant, alive, whole. His presence was like the dawn, chasing away the shadows of night and despair.
Eliam’s heart leaped within him, a tumult of joy, disbelief, and awe. “He is the Messiah,” Eliam whispered to himself, the truth of it settling into his bones. “This is real.”
The despair that had once enveloped him, that had turned the world gray and lifeless, was now dispelled by the reality of the resurrection. In seeing Jesus alive, Eliam’s grief was transformed into a profound joy, a hope not just for a future beyond death but for a present filled with the power of an empty tomb.
Jesus’s eyes met his, and in that gaze, Eliam found forgiveness for his doubts, acceptance for his wavering faith. Here, standing before him, was the undeniable proof of God’s love, a love that conquered even death itself.
As Jesus spoke with those who gathered, Eliam hung on every word, each one a balm to his weary soul. The teachings that had once confounded him now fell into place, illuminated by the light of resurrection. Jesus had died, yes, but He had risen, just as He said.
In that moment, Eliam’s journey through Holy Week—the anticipation, the confusion, the heartbreak—culminated in a revelation that would forever change him. He had walked with Jesus through the shadow of death, only to emerge into the light of eternal life.
Eliam left the gathering with a heart ablaze, a witness to the miracle that would define his faith. He knew now that his path forward was to share this news, to tell all who would listen of the day when despair turned to hope, when the grave gave way to victory.
This was the day the world changed. This was the day Eliam’s heart knew the fullness of joy. For Christ was risen, and in His resurrection, all things were made new.
