There's something incredibly sweet about who is first given the knowledge that Jesus is alive.
That He is a tomb-surviver.
That He slayed death.
There is something lovely and telling that God wanted a faithful group of women, who came carefully and tenderly to wrap up a broken body, to be first to know. To be first to understand that the one they put so much faith in could still be trusted. Now more than ever.
They came ready to wrap up death. But instead God unwrapped life.
To some average women.
It's healing. Seeing these women and sisters and mothers running to tell some incredibly, shocking news.
It's beautiful. Seeing Peter in action to see for himself because of their words.
It's redeeming. Seeing women carry this news to others.
After Mary carried The Good News in her belly.
After Eve carried death and separation with her out of Eden.
God was careful to unwrap such a beautiful redemption story. As carefully as the women came to wrap up Jesus' broken body. He came carefully still. Tending to hearts and binding up our brokenness.
And He unwrapped it all to others as the day progressed:
What a DAY.
Women bearing good news. Men being taught by a risen man. A risen man eating fish before their eyes. Forgiveness of sins for all who repent.
He is risen!
He is risen, indeed.