It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Resurrection day. The sun was peeking above the horizon. Soft colors of red and yellow filled the sky.
As you walk near the tomb of Jesus, the morning sun warms your face. You soak up the cool warmth of the morning dew, as you walk you notice the busyness of the people going about their day. In it all, you wonder if they know that today is the day. The day Christ promised to return from the grave. They go about as if nothing had ever happened. Like busy little worker bees without a care in the world.