Early on Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.
The rising of the sun had made everything look so different – all colours and shadows were changed – that for a moment they didn’t see the important thing. Then they did. The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that rand down it from end to end; and there was no Aslan.
Mary was standing outside the tomb crying, and as she wept, she stooped and looked in.
“Yes!” said a great voice behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seem him before, shaking his mane stood Aslan himself.
“Mary!” Jesus said. She turned to him and cried out, “Rabboni!”
Both girls flung themselves upon him…
The rising of the sun had made everything look so different – all colours and shadows were changed – that for a moment they didn’t see the important thing. Then they did. The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that rand down it from end to end; and there was no Aslan.
Mary was standing outside the tomb crying, and as she wept, she stooped and looked in.
“Yes!” said a great voice behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seem him before, shaking his mane stood Aslan himself.
“Mary!” Jesus said. She turned to him and cried out, “Rabboni!”
Both girls flung themselves upon him…
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Gina DiMartino 