It's a Tense Issue

On Sunday morning, I woke up thinking about stones. Imagine hesitantly and sorrowfully approaching the tomb of Jesus only to find that the stone sealing the ink-blank depths of the tomb had been rolled away. The early morning rays of sunlight cautiously bled into a place where they did not belong - a place of stagnant air, a place of no future, a place of death.

Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance. (John 20:1, NIV)

Okay, so on Sunday, I asked the question, "Did someone role the stone back into place?"

Not likely.

So this means that the stone is removed from the entrance to the tomb. The stones are removed from all the dark areas of life - the fears, sorrows, mistakes.

Now, perhaps, if I can be bold enough to go one step further:

The stones are being removed...