Jesus has healed me, taught me, and led me through the many atrocious moments I’ve faced throughout my journey following him as he preached the wise words all across the country. I John, one of Jesus’ twelve disciples, have experienced one of the most beautiful things life could even have to offer, and this was Jesus rising from the dead.
Jesus had once told me that he must go to Jerusalem to be condemned to death and that after he was killed he would rise from the dead on the third day. I admire Jesus greatly and he has done many miracles, but at this time all I could do is pray he would either not die or would rise from the dead. Personally I wasn’t sure of it though. This woman came to me and told me Jesus has risen from the dead. This women must be crazy and he probably was stolen I assumed. I and some other disciples walked to Jesus’ tomb and found he was not there -- like the women said. My heart began to race, my body felt as if my soul had sunken to my feet. I began to believe that I had let Jesus down.
I was struck by a fearful earthquake and a beautiful angel as it descended from the heavens. This glorifying moment made me speechless and exhilarated as I watched with astonishment. The other men and women who watched were scared and still feared as to what might have happened to Jesus. They only spoke and said "Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead, and indeed He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him. Behold, I have told you.”
I was still speechless in the angles presence, but oddly this awakening inspiration had taken control of my soul. I there knew then that Jesus had risen from the dead and he was more than just a man of miracles--Jesus was an incardination of God.
It is not real clear what has happened or what has occurred...