In accordance with the orders, the Nazarene's grave was strictly
guarded. A heavy stone had been placed in the opening of the niche in
the rocks within which the body was laid, and, at the Governor's
bidding, the captain had sealed it at every end and corner. Two
fully-armed soldiers were stationed at the entrance with instructions
to keep off every suspicious person from the grave. And then, on the
third day after the entombment, an incredible rumour ran through
Jerusalem. _The Nazarene had risen_!
On the morning of that day, so it was said, two women went to the
grave, the mother of the dead man, and Magdalen, His devoted follower.
They were surprised to find that the guards were not there, and then
they saw that the stone had been rolled away. The niche in the rock
was empty, save for the white linen in which He had been wrapped.
These linen bandages were lying at the edge of the grave, their ends
hanging down. The women began to weep, thinking someone had taken the
corpse away; but presently they saw a white-robed boy standing by, and
heard him say: "He whom you seek is not here. He lives, and goes with
you to Galilee."
As if in some wild dream, the women staggered back from the grave.
There was a man in the garden whom at first they took to be the
gardener. They wanted to question him; He came towards them. With
youthful, beautiful, shining countenance, immaculate, without wounds
except the nail-marks on the hands. He stood before them. They were
terror-stricken. They heard Him say: "Peace be with you! It is I."
As the sun was so bright the women held their hands a moment before
their eyes, and when they looked up again He was no longer to be seen.
The Nazarene's grave was empty! Everybody made a pilgrimage from the
town to see. The people's mood had entirely changed since the
crucifixion. Not another contemptuous word was heard, some even
secretly beat their breasts. The High Priests met together, and
inquired of the guards what had occurred. They could tell nothing.
"At least confess that you fell asleep and that His disciples stole
Him."
"Honoured sirs," answered one of the guards, "for two reasons we cannot
admit we fell asleep; first, because it isn't true, and secondly,
because we should be punished."
Upon which one of the Temple authorities observed: "But in spite of
that, you can very well say so. For you have certainly fallen asleep
more than once in your lives. And as for the punishment, we'll make it
right with the Governor. Nothing shall happen to you."
The brave Romans thought it best to avoid a dispute with the
authorities, and to say what the latter preferred to hear. So the tale
went that the guards had fallen asleep, and meanwhile the body had been
removed by the disciples in order to be able to say, "He is risen."
This was circulated on all hands, and no one thought any more of the
resurrection of the Nazarene.
The disciples themselves could not believe it. Some of them declared
that Pilate and his spies best knew what had become of the corpse.
Others, on the contrary, were stirred by an unparalleled exaltation of
spirit, by some divine energy which filled their minds with appallingly
clear visions of the latter days.
It happened about this time that two of the disciples walked out
towards Emmaus. They were sad, and spoke of the incomprehensible
misfortune that had befallen them. A stranger joined them, and asked
why they were so melancholy.
"We belong to His followers," they replied.
When He said nothing, as if He had not understood, they asked whether
He was quite a stranger in Jerusalem, and did not know what had
happened these last days?
"What has occurred?" He asked.
Surely He must have heard of Jesus, the Prophet who had done such great
deeds, and preached a new and wonderful Word of God: Of the Heavenly
Father full of love, of the Kingdom of Heaven in one's own heart, and
of eternal life. It was as if God Himself had assumed human shape in
the person of this Prophet in order to set them an example of perfect
life. And that Divine Man had just been executed in Jerusalem. Since
that event they had felt utterly forsaken. That was why they were sad.
He had, indeed, promised that He would rise after death as a pledge for
His tidings of the resurrection of man and eternal life. But the three
days were now up. A story was going about that two women had seen Him
that morning with the wounds made by the nails. But until they could
themselves lay their hands on those wounds, they would not believe it;
no. He must needs be like the rest of the dead.
Then the stranger said: "If the Risen Man does not appear to you as He
appeared to the women, it is because your faith is too weak. If you do
not believe in Him, you surely know from the prophecies how God's
messenger must suffer and die, because only through that gate can
eternal glory be reached."
With such conversation they reached Emmaus, where the two disciples
were to visit a friend. The stranger, they imagined, was going
farther, but they liked Him, and so invited Him to go to the house with
them: "Sir, stay with us; the day draws in, it will soon be evening."
So He went with them. When they sat at supper, and the stranger took
some bread, one whispered to the other: "Look how He breaks the bread!
It is not our Jesus?"
But when in joy unspeakable they went to embrace Him, they saw that
they were alone.
This is what the two disciples related, and no one was more glad to
believe it than Schobal, the dealer; he now asked three hundred gold
pieces for the coat of the man who had risen from the dead.
Thomas was less sure of the Resurrection. "Why should He rise?" asked
the disciple. "Did He come to earth for the sake of this bodily life?
Did He not rest everything on the spiritual life? The true Jesus
Christ was to be with us in the spirit."
The disciples who had accompanied the Master from Galilee went back to
their own land filled with that belief. Things had somewhat changed
there. The condemnation of the Nazarene without any proof of guilt had
vastly angered the Galileans. His glorious death had terrified them.
No, this countryman of theirs was no ordinary man! They would now make
up to His disciples for their ill-conduct towards Him. So His
adherents were well received in Galilee, and resumed the occupations
that they had abandoned two years before. John had brought His mother
home, and gone with her to the quiet house at Nazareth. The others
tried to accustom themselves to the work-a-day world, but they could do
nothing but think of the Master, and wherever two or three of them were
gathered together He was with them in spirit. One day they were
together in a cottage by the lake. They spoke of His being the Son of
God, and some who had looked into the Scriptures brought forward
proofs: the prophecies which had come to pass in Him, the psalms He had
fulfilled, the miracles He had worked, and the fact that many had seen
Him after His death.
Suddenly Thomas said: "I don't much hold with all that. Other things
have been prophesied; the Prophets, too, worked miracles, and rose
after death. What good is it to me if He is not with us in the flesh?"
They were much alarmed. They shook with terror. Not on account of the
Master, but of their brother. But Thomas continued: "Why don't you
name the greatest sign, the true sign of His divinity? Why don't you
speak of His Word about divine sonship, about loving your enemy, about
redemption? Listen to what I am saying: it is what we have all
experienced, and still experience every hour. He freed us from worldly
desires. He taught us love and joy. He assured us of eternal life
with the Heavenly Father. He did that through His _Word_. He died for
that Word and will live in that Word. To me, my brothers, that Divine
Word is proof of His being the Son of God. I need no other."
"Children!" said John. He was indeed the youngest of them, but he
said, "Children! Do not talk in such a way. Faith is the knowledge of
the heart. Are we not happy in our hearts that we found the Father so
near us, so true to us, so eternally on our side, that nothing evil can
befall us in the future? These bodies of ours will perish, but He is
the resurrection, and he who believes in Him never dies. He loved the
children of men so dearly that He gave them His own Son, so that every
one who believes in Him may live for ever. Therefore we are happy,
because we are in God, and God is in us."
Thus His favourite disciple spoke in wondrous enthusiasm. They then
began to understand, and to apprehend the immeasurable significance of
Him who had lived in human form among them.
Wherever they went, whatever they did. His word sounded in their ears.
The promise that He would follow them to Galilee was fulfilled. His
spirit was with them, they were quite sure of that. But that spirit
would not let them rest content with work-a-day life; it was like yeast
fermenting in their being, it was like a spark kindled into a bright
flame, and the fiery tongues announced the glad tidings. They must go
forth. None dared be the first to say so, but all at once they all
declared: "We must go forth into the wide world." With no great
preparation, with cloak and staff as they had travelled with Him, they
went forth. First to Jerusalem, to stand once more by His grave, and
then forth in every direction to preach Jesus, the Son of God. . . .
This brings me to the close of my vision. I will only tell further of
one meeting which was so remarkable and fraught with such vast results.
One day when the disciples during their journey to Jerusalem were
resting under the almond trees, they saw a troop of horsemen in the
valley. They were native soldiers with a captain. He seemed to have
noticed the disciples, for he put spurs to his horse. The disciples
were a little terrified, and Thaddeus, who had good eyes, said: "God be
merciful to us, that's the cruel weaver!"
"We will calmly wait for him," said the brethren, and they remained
standing. When the rider was quite close to them, he dismounted
quickly and asked: "Do you belong to Jesus of Nazareth?"
"We are His disciples," they answered frankly.
Then he kneeled before Peter, the eldest, spread his arms, and
exclaimed: "Receive me, receive me; I would become worthy to be His
disciple."
"But if I do not mistake, you are Saul who laid snares for Him?" said
Peter.
"Laid snares, persecuted Him and His," said the horseman, and his words
broke swiftly from his lips: "Two days ago I rode out against those who
said He had risen. Yet I was always thinking of this man who saw so
strangely into men's minds. I thought of Him day and night, and of
much that He had said. And as I was riding across the plain in the
twilight, a light enveloped me, my horse stumbled, a white figure stood
in front of me, and in the hand lifted towards Heaven was the mark of a
wound. 'Who are you, to bar my way?' I exclaimed. And He answered, 'I
am He whom you persecute!' It was your Master risen from the dead.
'Why persecute me, Saul? What have I done to you?' Your Jesus, the
Christ, stood living before me! Yes, men of Galilee, now I believe
that He is risen. And as, hitherto, I assailed His word, I will now
help to spread it abroad. Brothers, receive me!"
That is my picture of how Saul was converted into an apostle. He sent
his horse back to the valley, and went himself gladly and humbly along
with the Galileans to Jerusalem.
When, after some days, they reached the Mount of Olives, whence they
had first looked on the metropolis, there, standing on the rocks, was
Jesus. There He stood, just as He had always been, and the disciples
felt exactly as they had in the times past when He was always with
them. They stood round Him in a circle, and He looked at them
lovingly. And suddenly they heard Him ask in a low voice: "Do you love
Me?"
"Lord," they answered, "we love You."
He asked again: "Do you love Me?"
They said: "Lord, You know that we love You."
Then He asked for a third time; "Do you love Me?"
And they exclaimed all together: "We cannot tell in words, O Lord, how
we love You!"
"Then go forth. Go to the poor, and comfort them; to the sinners, and
raise them up. Go to all nations, and teach them all that I have told
you. Those who believe in Me will be blessed. I am the way, the
truth, and the life. I go now to My Father. My spirit and My strength
I leave to you: light to the eyes, the word to the tongue, love to the
heart. And mercy to sinners----"
Thus they heard Him speak, and lo!--there was no one there except the
disciples. Two footmarks were impressed on the stone. The heavens
above were still; they bowed their heads, then watched how He ascended
to the clouds, how He hovered in the light, how He went to the Father,
to whom also we shall go through our Saviour, Jesus Christ.