The dawn had nearly come. Turtledoves cooed their early morning love songs in the olive trees along the Kidron Valley. Any moment now, the sun would rise from behind Jerusalem’s hills to the east. The gates of the city had just been opened, and several women were now on their way to Jesus’ tomb to anoint His body with spices and ointments. They had not been able to finish the job on Friday when they laid Jesus in the tomb, because the Sabbath was about to begin.