I found new faith in that ancient, empty garden tomb.


For some of us raised from birth as Christians, the familiarity of Christ’s Resurrection can make it seem less monumental than it is in reality. 

As I researched, studied and painted this piece I kept thinking and feeling, “It’s not just some ancient, empty tomb we see and talk about, it is an empty tomb because Christ actually is ALL that God promised He would be, He literally broke the bands of death, bands that would have, even had to be, eternally binding, if not for Him.”

While working on this painting I thought specifically of part of a talk I’d heard years ago from Joseph Wirthlin, a past leader of my congregation, he said; 

“I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.

But the doom of that day did not endure.
...for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces.
We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.”

Because of Christ, because He lived, because He died and rose again, it can and it will come. 

When you see this painting with it’s empty tomb and risen Christ, I hope you are filled with hope with the truth of the finality of our imperfect mortal experience, that in those dark, sorrow-filled times, you will find enough Light to hold onto.