"Then the women went away quickly from the tomb, their hearts filled with awe and great joy, and ran to give the news to his disciples. But quite suddenly, Jesus stood before them in their path, and said, 'Peace be with you!' And they went forward to meet him and, clasping his feet, worshipped him."
This first touch that the Marys had with the Resurrected Jesus - "clasping his feet" - must have carried them through the remainder of their lives, an ever-present source of courage. To actually have grasped and touched a living Savior is to have the knowledge of a power that is forever unshakeable.
Is that how we know Him? Is that our daily experience of His "aliveness"? Have we so smelled and tasted and touched and grasped His Living Alive Life-in-us that our courage is founded on experience, rather than some sort of wishful thinking?