Before explaining what Easter means, it helps to walk through the story itself.
It began with celebration.
As Jesus entered Jerusalem, people gathered along the road. They laid down palm branches and cloaks,
calling out with hope and expectation. For many, it felt like something long-awaited was finally beginning.
“Hosanna… Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”
Matthew 21:9
But not everyone saw it the same way.
Some watched with concern. Some with suspicion. And among those closest to Him, something quieter was unfolding —
something hidden.
One of His own would betray Him.
In the days that followed, the tension grew. Jesus spoke openly. He challenged what had become hollow.
He spoke of truth, judgment, and what was coming.
Then came the night.
They gathered to eat together. It should have been a familiar moment, but it was not. Jesus spoke differently.
He spoke of His body, His blood, and something about to happen.
And then, quietly, one of them left.
Judas went out into the night.
In a garden, away from the crowds, it happened. Soldiers came. Torches flickered in the dark.
And Judas approached — not with a weapon, but with a kiss.
The one who had walked with Him handed Him over.
Jesus was taken.
What followed moved quickly. Trials. Accusations. Pressure from the crowd. Fear among His followers.
And then the cross.
The one who had been welcomed days earlier now hung in silence. The voices that had praised Him were gone.
The moment that had felt like the beginning now looked like the end.
Then, as He died, something happened.
The sky darkened. The earth shook.
And in the temple, the curtain tore.
Most did not see it. Most did not understand it. What they saw was death.
He was taken down and placed in a tomb. A stone sealed it. Guards were set.
The matter seemed finished.
For those who followed Him, there was nothing left to do but wait in confusion and grief.
Then came the morning.
Before the city stirred, before the noise returned, a small group made their way to the tomb.
They were not expecting hope. They came to mourn.
But the stone had been moved.
The tomb was open.
And inside, Jesus was not there.
Only the place where He had been.
“He is not here, but has risen.”
Luke 24:6
At first, it was difficult to believe. Grief does not quickly become understanding.
Fear does not immediately become joy. Some ran to see. Some stood still.
Some wondered how such a thing could be true.
But if it was true, then the cross was not the end.
If it was true, then His death had not been defeat.
If it was true, then even the torn curtain meant something more.
Slowly, the picture began to form.
Something had changed.
The barrier that had always stood between God and man was no longer standing in the same way.
What had been distant was no longer closed.
The resurrection confirmed it.
The empty tomb did not only say that Jesus lives. It said that what He had done was real.
What had been closed… was opened.
What had been distant… was now near.
What had seemed finished… was only the beginning.
If He truly rose… what does that mean for us now?