Two men ran as fast as they could, faster than if in a race because they were running in dread. Something had happened but they did not know what. One of the runners in his own words said “For as yet they did not know the Scripture, that He must rise again from the dead.”
So what did they think as they ran? As a runner I know running is a thinking time, but I have never ran in panic, in fear of what I might find. All they knew was that the body of their friend who died a few days before was not on the sealed tomb where it had been laid.
Where was it? Who had taken it? Were the people who had told them mistaken? What implications did this have on them? Many questions and many theories must have gone through their minds.
Two men ran to try and find out what happened to their dead friends body. Both in their own way were probably Jesus’ closest friends. One had just watched him die, the other had just denied he knew him. I imagine they were both tormented and confused, running outside their normal capacity to run.
It was true. The body was gone, but there were no answers and they went back to their homes. That evening they were together, assembled in fear of being arrested and Jesus came and stood in their midst. Not much is written about this reunion but much can be imagined. Hope restored, forgiveness spoken, joy infused, fear expelled.
The disciples had walked life with this amazing man for the past three years, and then He died a horrible death, and the hope they had was extinguished and fear was their new companion. Then three days later the unfathomable happened. The tomb was empty because the man came into His glory, and this glory was the start of life abundant on earth and for eternity.