Quickly she turns and runs back towards the city to tell Peter and John.  And as quickly as they hear the startling news they are off on a smart run towards the tomb.  Meanwhile the other women go on into the tomb.  They are further startled to see a glorious looking person who assures them that Jesus is living, having risen up out of death.  All a-quiver with fear intermingled with the first glimmering light of a great hope that they hardly dare hope, they flee hastily back to town to tell the others.

Now Peter and John, who have been eagerly running, arrive breathless, with John in the lead.  Gazing reverently, intently, in through the opening John sees, not a body, but on the spot where the body had been laid, the linen wrappings lying, held up in the shape of a body by Nicodemus’ abundant and heavy ointments just as when they held the body of Jesus.  But clearly there is nothing in them now.

Now Peter comes up, and, just like him, goes straight in, and is at once struck by the arrangement of these cloths, just as John had been.  Then they comment on the fact that the head cloths are lying where they naturally would be, a little apart from the others, the distance of the head from the body.

The evidence convinces them that Jesus’ spirit had indeed returned to His body, and that He had risen up through the cloths, and gone.  And they start back to town in a great maze of wonder and delight.

And now Mary Magdalene, knowing nothing of all this, comes slowly back absorbed with her thoughts that the body has been secretly removed.  She stands at the open tomb weeping.  Then for the first time she stoops down and looks in.  She is startled to see two angels left there to explain matters.

They gently say “Why weepest thou?” Still sobbing, she says, “They have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him.”  And turning aside as she speaks she sees some One standing near her.  Her tear-misted eyes think Him the attendant in charge of the garden.  Again the question by this man, “Why weepest thou?” How strangely they talk, these angels and this gardener!  She makes a plea for the body.

Then the one word, her name, spoken in that voice she knew so well—­“Mary.”  Ah! there’s no question about that voice.  She needs no explanation nor evidence more than this, as she cries out, “Oh, my beloved Master.”  Then He acts so like Himself; He gives her an errand to do for Him.  And off she goes.  She has had the wondrous privilege of the first sight of Him, and the first errand for Him.  The tryst has been kept with Mary Magdalene.

And now the other women who had gone running down the road after hearing the angels’ startling message are amazed to meet Jesus standing in the roadway in front of them.  And the same quiet rich voice so gently and simply gives them the usual “good-morning” salutation.  At once they are on their knees at His feet.  And He softly says, “Don’t be afraid.  Go tell My brethren to meet Me at the old place appointed, up by the blue waters of Galilee.”  And again the tryst is kept.