Early on Sunday morning, as the new day was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went out to visit the tomb.
2 Suddenly there was a great earthquake! For an angel of the Lord came down from heaven, rolled aside the stone, and sat on it. 3 His face shone like lightning, and his clothing was as white as snow. 4 The guards shook with fear when they saw him, and they fell into a dead faint.
5 Then the angel spoke to the women. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I know you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6 He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen. – Matthew 28:1-5 (NLT)
According to the Gospels, Mary Magelene and several other women went to Jesus’ tomb to finish the burial process by pouring the spices on Jesus’ body. What they expected to see was the tomb, the stone rolled across the entrance, sealed and guarded by Roman soldiers. What they found instead were soldiers lying on the ground from sheer fright and an angel sitting on a rolled-away stone.
Try and imagine with me what that scene must have been like. The stone, the very symbol of death and finality, the great wall between the living and the dead, was now a seat for an angel. It was removed. It was no longer a barrier; it was a chair.
“Death is swallowed up in victory.[k]
O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”- 1 Corinthians 15:54-55 (NLT)