There is a song that is called I can only imagine. It reminds me of that first Easter Sunday morning when Mary and the women went to the tomb, and I often wonder what their faces would have been like. At first they would look afraid, sorrowful and their faces would have betrayed the inner emotions of grief and sadness. Then, as realisation dawned, their faces would have turned to smiling and happy in incredulousness at what they had just witnessed and now what they had to do. Mark records that they did not, at first, tell anybody because they were so afraid. Things changed for them. We celebrate, as they did, and at times we are afraid but, like them, have to learn to trust the Risen Christ.
All good wishes, Canon Richard