In Matthew 28, we read: "When the Sabbath was over, just as the first day of the week was dawning Mary from Magdala and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. At that moment there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from Heaven, went forward and rolled back the stone and took his seat upon it. His appearance was dazzling like lightning and his clothes were white as snow. The guards shook with terror at the sight of him and collapsed like dead men. But the angel spoke to the women, 'Do not be afraid. I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here—he is risen, just as he said he would. Come and look at the place where he was lying. Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead. And, listen, he goes before you into Galilee! You will see him there! Now I have told you my message.'
"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?