Two thousand years ago, God the Son (the alpha and omega… the beginning and the end… the prince of peace, the everlasting Father, the Mighty God) LEFT - all the glories of heaven, put on human flesh and entered human history. Since the dawn of creation, the overriding theme of human History has been God’s passionate pursuit of a prodigal people. The story of a loving God doing whatever it takes (and I mean, absolutely whatever it takes… God so loved the world…) to bring people back to Himself. God’s passion was unleashed in all its fullness through Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection… and it changed everything! On a Sunday morning over 2000 years ago a couple of ladies got up early before the sun had even risen in the sky. What are they doing up so early? What was it that drove them from their beds before dawn, and put them on a dark uphill climb, to a tomb? The thing that drove them, was their love for and devotion to Jesus. Someone had to prepare His body for burial and no one else had volunteered; Peter didn’t, James didn’t, neither did John. So, it was up to these two faithful followers, two women who had never left the side of Jesus, two woman who were with Him until the very end, it was up to them to do it, and they did. The task they were going to perform was a somber task, a difficult task. They would be the ones, who would wipe the blood from His brow, His legs, and from His sides, they would be the ones, to clean body of Jesus, they would be the ones, to remove the blood that had matted in his beard, they would be the last ones, to touch his face and close His eyes. OR so they thought! Because when they arrived at the place where Jesus was buried, they found the stone rolled away. They went inside and found the tomb empty, almost empty because, there was a young man in a white robe sitting down.