Fiction inspired by facts.
It was dark, it was damp, and cold. Nothing could be heard except a drop of water dripping from somewhere, once every few seconds. Was He dead really? Yes a number of people had handled His body, and they did not see Him breathing. His skin was cold, blue, and as hard as a rock. Wounds no longer bled.
But at some point, here in this cave, the earth began to shake, and somehow there was a light that pierced the thick walls of the cave. Heaven opened and broke down the doors of death, while angels sang. The intensity of the light was so bright nothing else could be seen, but the great work of restoration began.
His skin began to soften and what was left of his heart and lungs was made whole. A heartbeat, His first in days, shook the ground like thunder, as the demons fled. Pumping now, blood flowing, and then it happened………He took his first breath, or His first new breath. The stone was rolled away, with the light from inside bursting out.
It was from this point on that His followers would never be the same. Peter told Him three times he loved Him, undoing the denial. It is reported that Thomas took three days to recover from touching the Savior. He was in shock.
One thing is for certain. They spent the rest of their lives declaring:
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN INDEED!
Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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