It was early morning. The sun was not yet up to chase the shadows of the night away. Dew still covered the wild rose vines growing along the path leading to the tomb where Jesus had been laid to rest. Day was coming. The little crickets had finally stopped chirping, and nighthawks no longer swooped in the skies above. Gathered around Jesus’ tomb were many of Pilate’s best Roman soldiers. Some were standing guard at the door of the tomb; others were sitting on the ground. The Jewish priests had sent them to the tomb under Pilate’s orders so grave robbers could not come and break into the tomb.
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