Walking into the church Reminds me of Disciples Running to the Tomb



Sunday March 10, 2024



My church has four class doors with a middle space between another set of glass doors. As I parked in the lot and walked to the door I couldn’t help but think of Peter running to the tomb to see what has happened.

As I enter the tomb, I don’t see Christ, I see the remnants of his cloth and his sacrament body on the sacrament table. He isn’t here. He is risen.



When I leave the church, I leave renewed, remembering I was here. I testified of His resurrection by taking the sacrament, and I left cleansed of the things that hold me down.


Bryan lives somewhere at the intersection of faith, fatherhood, and futurism and writes about tech, books, Christianity, gratitude, and whatever’s on his mind. If you liked reading, perhaps you’ll also like subscribing: