And it’s just there that resurrection is heralded: “Don’t be afraid. He’s not here. He’s already walked a hundred miles to Galilee. Go find him.” It might be a more modest resurrection than we’d hoped. Not brilliant, gleaming angels from beyond Alpha Centauri, just a neaniskos, just a young man, just a college sophomore.
We still lose our long loves. We still hear the harrowing diagnosis. We still have to go through chemotherapy. We still suffer broken hearts and broken homes. But Jesus goes before.