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Conversations on the way to the Cross 8: The Resurrection




The guards recover


"What was that??"

"Owwww... my head hurts."

"I'm not surprised, Dan!  You went down like a felled tree - I saw you!"

"You weren't much better, Matt.  You were shaking like a whole bush full of leaves."

"Well at least I didn't faint, did I?  I could have sworn we'd been struck by lightning - but it was a man..."

"Yes, just as we were about to tell those women to get out of here - and where did they go, anyway?"

"That way, I think, in a hurry.  They must have been as scared as we were."

"No, that's not right, that shining guy talked to them!"

"Oh come on, Saul, you must have imagined that."

"No, he did!  He said something like, you're looking for Jesus, but he's risen from the dead."

"Risen?  You mean..."

"Uh-oh..."

"Oh, we are in for it now."

"We are dead.  We are so dead."

"But where did it go?  Where did the body go?"

"The shining man must have taken it!  It's the only explanation."

"But we saw him!  OK, you didn't, Dan, you were out cold, but me and Matt here did... he didn't have a body, did he Matt?"

"No, and look, it's not like someone just grabbed it and ran.  All the wrappings are still there, just as if..."

"... the body went right through them.  Oh, I don't like this, I don't like this at all..."

"Look!  There's more people coming.  We've got to get out of here, guys."

"We'll have to tell the boss."

"Tell him what?  We were on duty the whole time, but now the tomb's open and the body's gone?"

"We'll have to say about the shining man.  And what he said."

"What, Jesus is risen?"

"That's right, we'll say, Sir, an angel came and now Jesus has risen from the dead!"

"Sir, the dead body you sent us to guard has come to life again!"

"Sir, the power of the Almighty removed him from the tomb!"


"...no, but seriously.  What are we going to say?"

Matthew 28:1-10

Other Conversations from the Cross
1: The Donkey
2: The Commotion
3: The Authority
4: The Anointing
5: The Betrayal
6: The Burial
7: The Precaution

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