And now the women had come to wrap up his body for however long it would be in the tomb. And when they told the disciples, all they got was blank stares. They were the first skeptics, these disciples. We are often too hard on Thomas, the one who wanted proof. He was only late in his skepticism.
Easter is, in some ways, a troubling time.
I know skeptics are not limited to that first Easter. The disciples are simply the first of many. You are here this morning. Sometimes I am one of you. Sometimes I am not.