I never get tired of hearing the story. Of friends grieving for their loved one, going to the tomb to perform one more demonstration of love, only to find the body they are looking for is gone.
I think of my mom and how I would feel if her body was missing. Who had stolen it? Where was security? Did no-one see who had done this terrible crime? If we never found her what kind of service would we have at church? How would I find closure?