John and I saw Mary Magdalene as she ran toward us. I wondered why she hurried so.
“They have moved the Master’s body and I don’t know what they did with him.”
John and I took off running toward the tomb. John outran me and arrived there first. Later, he told me, he hesitated at the door. He didn’t want to enter such a personal place.
I came to the tomb a moment later. I had to see for myself. I brushed past John and entered the tomb. Mary was right. I saw the linen strips lying there. The burial cloth for His head was folded neatly and lying separately from the other pieces. Then John came in. He looked around, as he looked around the tomb, his expression changed. He told me as we headed back to the city that, when he saw the clothes, he believed what Jesus had told us was true.