Silence can be terrifying. We moderns no longer seem used to it.
Neither do darkness, sorrow, or pain.
In the darkest and deepest recesses of that deathly silence, we know, we are convinced, we believe, that life will once again burst forth; because it can never be contained.
No chain can shackle it, no cell can imprison it, no tomb can contain it.
Life will always find a way.
What is true of the dead Savior is true of us all.
The human spirit will always escape the darkness of its tomb, even if sometimes it must spend three days in its silent embrace.