I’m not a morning person, but a couple of years ago I did a sunrise Easter service for my youth group. It was breif, only about 20 minutes, but it did something for me. Maybe because I don’t often see the sunrise, or because everyone was so tired that there was no chatter or distraction, but it was beautiful.
Less than 24 hours from now the women will go to the tomb while it’s still dark, expecting the darkness to continue; but they will find that a sun, the glory of which they’ve never seen, has already risen.
