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Imagine being a guard of the tomb of Jesus on the day of the resurrection. Imagine experiencing this entirely unforeseen event. You’re supposed to be in control. You are the sign and outworking of the total and utter authority of the occupying power. Your way is the right way. In fact, guarding the tomb of a dead man is probably quite a boring, if not pointless, exercise. Why bother?
And then there’s something like an earthquake and the stone you’re guarding is rolled away by an angel. Do angels even exist? And then this angel, who perhaps you thought doesn’t exist, appears to some women. Why talk to them and not you? And he tells them that their Lord and Messiah has risen from the dead. What? Well, it does seem like he’s not here anymore. But you’ve been diligent in the discharge of your duties. Somehow or other this does seem to be true, it does seem that what is being talked about is what has happened. This is a problem. This means trouble, big trouble. Probably for you. Confirmed by what happens when you report what’s happened and are told to hush it up and lie, blame his disciples. It was always on the cards they’d steal the body anyway. What difference does it make?
Except you’re pretty certain they didn’t steal it. You’re pretty certain that something highly unusual has happened. If anything that’s even more scary. Control and order need to be restored, maintained, tightened if anything. We can’t allow people to think that God might have broken out of the bounds of accepted social and religious order and structure. The agreement is he stays in his box, his house, his temple, and the rest of us get on with things the way we want to, the way we know, the best way. Sometimes it helps to invoke the name of God. It enthuses some and frightens others in to line, but really, the power is ours, and we like it that way.
Except this time it seems like God has found a way to be stronger than us. What do we do now?