Still reeling from their encounter with the angel, the two women turned from the empty grave and ran to deliver the angelic message to Jesus’ disciples. Their overwhelming grief had given place to terror at the sight of the dazzling angel and the open door of the tomb, and now a great joy was rising up within them; the grave was empty, and they had a message to deliver.
As they ran, they met Jesus Himself. As He greeted them, they ran to Him, fell at His feet, and, clinging to Him, they worshiped Him.
And He said to them, “Don’t be afraid! Go tell My brothers to leave for Galilee, and they will see Me there.”
These words give us a glimpse into the incomparable character of Jesus. Here He was, having suffered unspeakably and triumphed spectacularly– alive and victorious for evermore. He had done what no one had ever done before and what no one else would ever be able to do. His Father was raising Him to the highest place in Heaven and in Earth, declaring that His Name would be above every other name. No one would be His equal.
Meanwhile, His disciples had scattered in terror from Him in the garden, leaving Him to face His executioners alone. Completely deflated, overwhelmed with grief, they were even now hiding in fear for their own lives and safety.
Yet Jesus called them “My Brothers!” Not “my followers”, or even “my children.” He looked past their shortcomings and their failures and called them “My Brothers”– in other words, “Sons of God.” In a few years, these poor, uneducated, defeated young men– empowered by the Holy Spirit of God– would take the life-changing Gospel of Jesus Christ to the ends of the earth, changing the world forever. But before any of this could happen, as Jesus made plans to re-unite with them in Galilee, He chose to call them “My Brothers!”