Experts can’t verify that this is the exact tomb where Jesus laid for 3 days. But it’s in the right place and it has the same unusual layout that Jesus’ tomb had.
It’s in a peaceful and beautiful garden – an oasis in the middle of noisy, crowded, tension-filled Jerusalem. Did I mention that we heard machine-gun fire for several minutes while having lunch in Jerusalem that day?
It didn’t matter to me if this was the exact tomb……Jesus’ body isn’t there anyway. He is risen! And he lives inside of me and all who believe in him! So it was even more glorious to realize that Jesus was there that day with me. He was helping me understand what he did for me just a little bit more. I experienced the depths of his love at a new level.
And I was overwhelmed with gratitude for those in my life who had introduced me to Christ – specifically for my mother who lived a sold-out-to-Jesus life all the way up to her death. What a great role-model! What a great legacy!
So I celebrate my risen Savior today with new enthusiasm and new understanding.