The youth group, her friends, gathered regularly in prayer for her. Those moments were characterized by fear. They feared losing a dear friend. They feared the future. The fear of that young community was transformed to joy.
Easter transforms our fears to joy.
This morning, we are similar to those women. We journey, not to cemeteries and tombs, but to churches. We are not quite sure what we will hear and see, nor perhaps what we are seeking. We come, carrying a burden of fear, and our burden controls and directs us. We hear the words of the angel.