Son of God with power by the resurrection from the dead.

Mary of Magdala--a squalid Arab village on the south of the plain of
Gennesaret still bears that name--with another Mary had remained beside
the tomb, till the trumpet of the Passover Sabbath and the gathering
darkness had warned them to retire. They rested the Sabbath day,
according to the commandment, in the saddest, darkest grief that ever
oppressed the human heart; for they had not only lost the dearest
object of their affection, under the most harrowing circumstances, but
their hopes that this was the Messiah seemed to have been rudely
shattered. But how tenacious is human love, especially the love of
women! How it will cling around the ruins of the temple, even when
some rude shock of earthquake has shattered it to the ground! So, when
the Sabbath was over (after sundown on Saturday), they stole out to
purchase additional sweet spices, which they prepared that night in
order to complete the embalming of the body, which had been left
incomplete on the day of crucifixion. They would probably sleep
outside the city gates, which only opened at daybreak, because they
were resolved to reach the sepulchre while it was yet dark.

But before they could arrive the sublime event had occurred, which has
filled the world with light and joy in all succeeding years. For
behold, whilst the Roman sentries were pacing to and fro before the
sepulchre, there had been a great earthquake, and the angel of the Lord
had descended from heaven, rolled back the stone from the door, and sat
upon it. Then from that opened door the Lord had come forth
unperceived by the eye of man (for the watchers were dazed and dazzled
by the appearance of the angel and the terror of the earthquake), and
in sublime majesty had become the Firstborn from among the dead, and
the First-fruits of them that sleep.

The women, meanwhile, were hurrying to the grave, debating as they did
so, how they would be able to roll away the stone from its mouth.
Probably they had heard nothing of the seals and sentries with which
the Sanhedrim had endeavored to guard against all eventualities; for,
had they known, they would hardly have ventured to come at all. They
were greatly startled, however, when, on approaching the grave, they
saw that the stone was rolled away. Mary of Magdala apparently
detected this first; and without staying to see further, and with the
conviction that it must have been rifled of i