Inside the Empty Tomb

I took this photograph this morning 

after walking out of the tomb.

“He is not here. He is risen.”  I know this.  And yet, inside the edicule, I sank across the stone and sobbed.  Sobbed. He took all my yuck into that grave.  Now, will I leave it buried there and walk out of the tomb with new life?  Or will I resurrect the yuck and sorrow instead?

Littered with Treasure

Caesarea. 

It is littered with ancient pottery and Herod’s marble columns. 

Things that people literally slaved over are now washed up, piled in a heap, used as grout filler or simply ignored. 

It is a stark reminder: the work of our hands will not last, but the work of our hearts - in the hearts of others - will last an eternity.