Mark 16:1-4 (ESV)
When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. And they were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?”
And looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled back—it was very large.
When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. And they were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?”
And looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled back—it was very large.
The passage above records the first
Easter morning as three women were walking to the tomb where Jesus had been
laid. On the way, they remembered that a
large stone had been placed by the entrance, and they asked one another, “Who
will roll away the stone for us…?” As I
read through this passage a few years ago, I was struck by their question. I realized that if I had been in their shoes,
I would have likely used one of the other question-starters…you know—what,
when, where, why, how. Perhaps I would
have asked, “What am I going to do about that stone?” Or maybe, “How will I get
past the stone?” Or maybe I wouldn’t
have even thought about it until I got there, and then with frustration asked,
“Why did they have to put that huge stone there?”
I’m not sure the women fully
realized the rich vein of gold in their question, but many, if not most, of life’s biggest questions
can best be answered by who, not how or why or when? Who can help me? Jesus can.
Who will forgive me for this terrible sin that hovers over me like a
dark cloud? Jesus will.
Because Jesus rose from the dead, I
have a friend who loves me, gave himself for me, and lives inside of me to
guide me through the maze of my life.
Because of Easter, I can allow my dilemmas to resolve into “who,” even
the ones that start out in my heart as why or when or how. We may ask God ‘Why is this happening?’, or
‘When are things going to change?’ But a
God powerful enough to roll away that huge stone gently whispers back to us,
“Who are you trusting?”
The “other” types of questions lead
us to something to do, steps to take, formulas to figure out. But “Who” leads us to a person.
So this Easter, as you worship,
remember this. The question is “Who?”
and the answer is Jesus—the risen Savior!



