On Easter, I can't help but think about the disciples. They were devastated on Friday, when Jesus died. Yes, Jesus had hinted that He would rise again from the dead, but I don't think the disciples really caught on. So, we find them scattered, grieving on Friday night.
Then Sunday comes. Peter and John enter the tomb, after being alerted by Mary and Mary. I can just imagine the look on their faces. Imagine walking into the tomb, and finding it EMPTY. I wonder. After the initial shock, did they look at each other, and say "oh, so THAT'S what he meant"?
I'm reminded, as I think about the disciples, of what God showed me a few years ago with a tapestry, or a quilt. On Friday, all they could see was the mess on the back side of the quilt. All of the loose threads, the back side of the seams. They didn't see, didn't realize, the big picture. Then, on Sunday, they see the front side of the quilt, the beautiful side. That's where my comment in the last paragraph comes from.