What are you doing at dawn?

“But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared” (Luke 24:1).

What are you doing at dawn?

Some of you reading this have never seen the dawn. You are night owls. It’s broad daylight when you open your eyes after a night’s sleep. You’ve seen pictures of the sunrise, but never the real thing.

Others are more like me. I wake and head out the door with my big dog when it’s dark. The sky embraces the dawn colors as we head around the block. Blue skies have taken over by the time we get home.

When the women set out for the tomb, had they slept at all that night? Did they anxiously await the end of the Sabbath at dawn to finish what they started when Jesus died? Did his words about resurrection rob them of a night’s sleep?

Jesus couldn’t have been clearer. Death, burial, and third-day resurrection. Did they hear it? Understand it? Believe it?

I doubt it.

But they loved him. They watched him die. They set out to do what you do when someone dies. There are rules, rituals, and respect. They loved Jesus. They took care of Jesus. They would take care of him one last time.

What are you doing at dawn?

I’m usually reading the bible at dawn. I’m not boasting. It’s just what I do. I get up. I feed the dog. I pour a cup of coffee. I read the bible. I write in my journal. Jesus loves me. He takes care of me. And he’s going to take care of me today.

What are you doing at dawn?

This is the first of a series of reflections on Jesus’s resurrection as recorded in Luke’s gospel.