Here I am with my fellow guards at a tomb of a Rabbi (Matthew 27:62–66). We are guarding a dead man; imagine that! Dead men don’t just get up from death and walk away. It was a long and boring night. We talked about the dead man, why and how He died. They say that his disciples might try to steal the body. All I say is, “Let them try.” It won’t happen on my guard. What is that bright light? Why is the earth shaking? Why can’t I stand up? What is happening? Are we going to die?
2 And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothing white as snow. 4 And for fear of him the guards trembled and became like dead men. Matthew 28:2–4 (ESV)
