Am I dreaming? Are my feet running only in my mind, soon to be stilled as once again I awaken from a fitful sleep to the reality of the grief and despair of the past few days? But, no! I touch my eyes and they are open. I feel the wind as it blows my hair, the sun as it warms my skin. I feel the joy of life! He is alive! My Saviour is alive!!

I have seen him with my own eyes. I have gazed into his face full of compassion and concern for me. He met me as I stumbled through the garden, my mind whirling about with fear and confusion, while my hope and joy were struggling hard to overcome these doubts. For when I reached his tomb that morning carrying the spices I would use to attend to his body, my heart froze with the sight that greeted me. The stone was rolled back from the tomb! A brilliant light was upon it, shining so intensely that at first, I could only cover my eyes. Dare I look up? As I slowly lifted my head, my body shook with trembling. The light was really a man, pure and white and shining! And he spoke to me! He said my Lord was not dead. He had risen! He had risen from the dead! And I must tell the others. Run quickly, he had said!

My legs obeyed his command, but my mind was filled with a thousand thoughts. Can it be true? Dare I believe him? Dare I hope—and suddenly Jesus stood before me. He spoke to me—yes it was the same tender voice. As I looked into his face, the shreds of doubt and fears vanished. It was my Lord, my Jesus! He is alive!

And once more I too live again. Once more I feel the joy, the lightness, the freedom I experienced when He forgave my sins. Once more I have shaken off the gloom of despair as once I shook off the darkness of sin. My Lord is alive and soon the whole world will know! Because my cries of joy will never cease!