I eventually gave up on sleep.
My heart ached with emptiness as I went about my morning routine. I had hoped a new day would bring respite from the events of days past.
I felt completely empty, an unquenchable thirst had drained me, despite my attempts to console myself, leaving me barren.
I went outside to water the garden when a crisp cool breeze surprised me as it blew past, lifting the suffocating heaviness from the air. I lifted my head to see a crowd gathering down the street.
I dropped my water jug and ran towards them, desperate for something, someone to offer me respite from this vacuous affliction.
I crouched beside one woman who was relaying the most unbelievable story.
She said the man was no longer in the tomb. She said the man we had killed had risen from the dead!
My mind refused to believe it. That’s impossible, and yet she was sure of it. As she shared her story of the man they call Jesus something inexplicable happened, the pit of emptiness I had been carrying inside me started to lighten.
The tomb was empty.
And somehow this man, through his death and resurrection, had brought peace to me, a kind of peace that is beyond my understanding. As I listened my thirst began to be quenched!
I knew at that moment that I needed to know more about this man. I needed to talk to people who knew him, who know him! I needed to ask them how I can know him too because it seems he can reach into my ravenous void of restlessness and bring me peace.
Who is this man?
Jeremiah 29:13 . You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.