There is Jesus—so weak from the harsh beatings that Simon of Cyrene is finally pressed into helping Him climb the remainder of the way.

Finally arriving at Calvary, the sounds of the agonizing moaning and screams of the men crucified with Jesus and the pounding of the nails—really, spikes.

When Jesus was hoisted up on the cross, He would have experienced the horrible panic of not being able to breathe. His pectoral muscles would have been paralyzed in this position. He could draw air into His lungs, but couldn't exhale without pushing up on the large spikes nailed into His feet crossed over each other, causing unspeakable torture and panic with each attempt to take a breath.

His mother, John, and the other women could only stand there helpless; they could only offer their love and their presence throughout those horrific hours of struggle, until Jesus called out to heaven and finally died.

It was finished, but it was not the end. The marriage between Creator and creation was consummated.

And on Easter morning, something wholly new was birthed with the rolling away of the stone.

The Easter hymn, "Roll Away the Stone," never fails to grab my heart:

They have been saying all our plans are empty. They have been saying Where is their God now?
Roll away the stone, see the Glory of God. Roll away the stone
They have been saying no one will remember. They have been saying Power rules the world.
Roll away the stone, see the Glory of God Roll away the stone
They have been saying no one hears the singing. They have been saying all our strength is gone.
Roll away the stone, see the Glory of God. Roll away the stone
They have been saying all of us are dying. They have been saying all of us are dead.
Roll away the stone, see the Glory of God
Roll away the stone
 

From our home to yours, have a blessed Easter!