I love this picture of Jesus being alive while the soldiers are guarding the tomb and everyone else is going about their business, thinking that the powers that be have it all contained to their ways, and nothing can change that. And then their's Jesus, who is just continueing on His way regardless of the human race's acceptance, permission or acknowledgement.



My life is so much like that. I think everything is just as I perscribed it, and then there's Jesus. I can't keep Him dead and buried because He's alive and carrying out His plan in my life. I'm just like those soldiers that know that death awaits the old me if He gets loose. Well, what can I do but rejoice that He's alive.