Dave Hop There is a figure in the trees, she can just make it out. It’s a man… she thinks… shrouded, shadowed, distant. She feels the lightest of rain on her skin, the trees rustle as the drops fall a little heavier. The sun is rising now and there’s a suggestion of a rainbow. God’s promise here amongst her gloom. She hears a footfall, the figure moves closer through the trees, and she tenses. Is he a soldier? A guard come to arrest anyone arriving at his tomb? The figure draws closer, no weapons, he is holding something though, perhaps it’s a rake or a spade. Yes, he must be the gardener. He’s up early. She dares to take a step towards him. Will she have the courage to question him about the open tomb? She pauses, catches her breath, prays for courage. She is frightened, confused, lost… but she takes another step.
John chapter 21
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