Morning is special. All things are new. The doubt of the night evaporates in the Sunshine of a new day. As I sat in the shelter of the woods, Jennifer and Lee James were like morning to me.

‘It is deathly quiet with no birds singing,’ Billy B said. ‘The air is still like a heavy garment,’ Billy B continued. ‘Hope has left our lungs, our hearts do not want to beat…our eyes are filled with tears,’ Billy B mused. ‘Preacher is gone,’ Billy B whispered.

‘Mary told me to not despair,’ Chet commented. ‘She is calm and at peace, going to the tomb early in the morning,’ Chet said. ‘Mary says Preacher will not break his promise to us,’ Chet mentioned. ‘Preacher knows what he is doing, and something great is about to happen,’ Chet smiled. ‘Be ready for a tremendous surprise,’ Chet proclaimed.

‘The guard stationed at the foot of the cross said that Preacher truly was the Son of God,’ Jane said through tears. ‘Politicans and religious leaders watched unflinchingly without emotion as he died,’ Jane said. ‘When the earthquake happened, they became frightened and fled,’ Jane commented.