Pacques period

PACQUES PERIOD
It’s still difficult for me to get over his death. Even though I had other children, the death of this particular one almost killed me. I couldn’t stop the flow of tears. A child that has never offended you before, a child that’s so obedient that sometimes it scares you, a child that cares so much about me, his dad and his siblings, a child that goes out of his way to help people outside. Why wouldn’t I want to die with him? Sobs……
(Knocks on the door……)
Soliloquizing… this people should just leave me and let me cry myself to death, what’s worth living for.
I eventually stood up to open the door, and in came Mary Magdalene, Mary and the disciples. Despite my sorrow and pain, I felt peace seeing this people; they kind of brought a part of my son with them. We all sat down quietly, no one saying a word. There’s no point, the pain was too much.
When Mary Magdalene could no longer bottle it all in, she had to talk, “but your son is strange o, Mary, or what kind of man dies and the veil of the temple rents? What kind of man dies and both the earth and the rock quakes? This man is really powerful. How much I wished I had more ointments to anoint the whole of his body before his death, sobs….”
I looked at the disciples, and all I could see was confusion, pain, sorrow and grief. I decided to ask them, you people were with my son almost every time, and he prophesies of things to come, didn’t he tell you anything? Why are you all sitting here confused? I asked them, shouting with anger. Then we all burst into fresh tears. We sat glued, lost in thought until we say the moon trying to creep out, I wanted to scream at it to stop, and keep everywhere dark. My son is dead, and you have the audacity to come out? I felt like shouting at everything and everybody. But instead, I sat quietly. I thought over the incident of two days before, looking at the faces of all the neighbors, friends my son had worked freely for, those he doesn’t even know but still healed them of their diseases, only to see them shouting at him, CRUCIFY HIM! haaaaaaa, this world is really wicked and terrible. I wonder what the usefulness of living is.
My husband came in at this point, his eyes were swollen and red, out of pity for him, sorrow for my son, and anger for the mob, I jumped up and fell heavily on him, weeping and crying. It was at this point that Mary Magdalene announced that she was going to the tomb, as she must anoint the place with spices. She asked if anyone would love to go with her, but only Salome and the other Mary volunteered, I wanted to but I could not bear seeing the tomb where my son lay. The disciples also decided to stay back. The three then left.
Few minutes later, we heard people running towards the house; my first thought was that, maybe the mob has decided to lynch me and my husband too. I quickly held on to Joseph and hid behind a chair, the disciples went ahead to check the reason for the commotion. They discovered it was Mary, Mary and Salome. I rushed to them asked them why they look so scared, the only thing they could mutter is...JESUS HAS RISEN FROM THE DEAD!!! I had to calm myself down to be able to understand them, few moments later, they were able to explain.
“When we got to the tomb, the first strange thing we discovered was that, the big stone that about 10 soldiers rolled to block the tomb has been rolled away, how Jesus rolled it away remains a mystery. On the stone we saw a man dressed all over in white, he looks like a ghost”
But where were the sophisticated soldiers placed at the entrance of the tomb to guard the body? I had to ask them at this point.
Hmmmm….my sister, they were like dead man on the floor.
What!!!!! I said, this is really strange.
Its strange but it’s the truth. 
JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD
HE CONQUERED DEATH
HE DEFEATED SATAN
HE VANQUISHED THE GRAVE
THE ENEMIES WERE ASHAMED
OH, WHAT A GREAT GOD I SERVE