There's always the quiet after the storm - that was the Saturday. A time for the disciples to step back, to reflect, to talk about their feelings - yes, even those feelings of fear and anxiety, and trepidation. It was okay to question "What next? What now? What do we do, now?"
And then along came Mary - wonderful, faithful, hurt, Mary. She wanted to do something for Jesus, her teacher, her friend. She went to the tomb, and it was empty. How could that possibly be? She saw Him die, with her own eyes! She helped the hurried burial. She was there! And yet...and yet...He was gone. She saw a gardener - or who she thought was a gardener. She asked, "Where have you taken him?" And He said: "Mary", and all of heaven was in that one word. She recognized Jesus in that one word and responded, "Rabboni", and all of earth was in that sound. And there it began, the greatest story ever told. He lives! And that's the "rest of the story."