He who is born out of the first ray of light would then become the hope and salvation at the end of the Apocalypse.
MOTHER
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On the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb early, while it was still dark.
Dusk has arrived, and the first ray of sunlight has just graced this land.
She and the other saw that the stone had been taken away from his tomb.
She ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him."
Surprise and fear turned to anger on their faces.
Simon, known as Peter and John the beloved disciple, reacted quickly and ran to the tomb. John arrived first.
They find the linen cloths but no body, and do not yet understand that Jesus must rise from the dead.
Mary, former vessel of Lilith, stood outside the tomb crying.
As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus' body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
Those beings, who appeared to be angels, asked her, "Woman, why are you crying?"
"They have taken my Lord away," she said, "and I don't know where they have put him."
At this, for whatever reason, she turned around and saw a person standing there, but she did not realize who it was.
He asked her, "Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?"
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."
Jesus said to her, "Mary."
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means "Teacher").
Jesus said, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, 'I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'"
Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: "I have seen the Lord!" And she told them that he had said these things to her.
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Night settled over the city, yet unease remained like a veil over their hearts.
Behind locked doors, the disciples gathered, gripped by fear—fear of the Sanhedrin, of the unknown, of the silence left in the wake of the crucified Son.
They whispered of the empty tomb, of Mary's trembling voice declaring she had seen the Lord. But how could this be?
Then—
Without warning, the air changed. The room, shut to the world, was now filled with a presence neither wind nor man could bring.
He stood among them.
The Firstborn of the Dawn. The One who had passed through death.The Light that was before all light.
"Peace be with you," He said, voice like still water in a storm.
And to them, He showed the proof of victory: the hands pierced by iron, the side torn by the spear. These marks, not of defeat, but of triumph.
Terror dissolved into joy. Tears turned to awe. For they saw the Lord, risen.
Again, He spoke, this time with the fire of divine mission in His breath:
"Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so now I send you."
Then He breathed upon them.
Not merely air, but Spirit.
As in Eden, the dust was once again stirred by divine breath.
"Receive the Holy Spirit," He said.
"If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven; if you withhold forgiveness from any, it is withheld."
After the suffering, after the darkness, after the veil of death had been torn—He came to them again.
Not as shadow or echo, but in flesh glorified.
He showed them His wounds, His breath, His voice—proof not for the mind alone, but for the soul.
He walked among them for forty days, not as one returning from exile, but as a King risen from the grave.
And He spoke to them of the Kingdom of God.
On one such day, as they gathered and broke bread together, He gave them a final command: "Do not leave Jerusalem. Wait for the promise of the Father. For John baptized with water, but in a few days, you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit."
Their hearts stirred. And they asked Him, "Lord, is now the time? Will You restore the kingdom to Israel?"
But He, whose timing is woven into the stars, replied, "It is not for you to know the times or the seasons the Father has set by His own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be My witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth."
When He had said this, He was lifted. Before their eyes, He rose—higher and higher—until a cloud enveloped Him like a throne of wind and light.
The earth could no longer hold Him.
They stood, gazing into the heavens, hearts undone.
Then two figures, clad in garments that shimmered like lightning, stood beside them.
"Men of Galilee," they said,
"Why do you stand looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will return—just as you have seen Him go."
And so the heavens were sealed, and silence returned—for a moment.
They descended the Mount of Olives, the hill of parting, and returned to Jerusalem. A Sabbath day's journey led them to the upper room, where walls had once trembled with fear.
Now it held those chosen to carry fire to the earth.
Peter, John, James and Andrew, Philip and Thomas, Bartholomew and Matthew, James son of Alphaeus, Simon the Zealot, and Judas son of James. With them were the women, Mary the mother of Jesus, and His brothers.
Together, they prayed in one accord, as stars gather in constellations—awaiting a greater dawn.
In those days, Peter stood among the gathered ones—about a hundred and twenty—and his voice rose with the weight of Scripture and sorrow.
"Brothers and sisters, The words of David had to be fulfilled—words spoken by the Spirit about Judas, who became a guide to those who arrested the Lord. He was numbered among us and shared in this ministry…"
But now, he was fallen. For with the price of betrayal, he bought a field. And there, his body was broken, his name swallowed by earth.
All Jerusalem called it Akeldama—Field of Blood.
Peter continued, "It is written in the Psalms: 'May his dwelling place be desolate, and let no one dwell in it,' and, 'Let another take his office.'
Therefore, it is necessary to choose one who has walked this road with us—from the baptism of John to the day the Lord was taken up. One who can witness with us to His resurrection."
So they chose two: Joseph called Barsabbas, also known as Justus, and Matthias.
Then they prayed: "Lord, You who know the hearts of all, show us which of these You have chosen to take part in this apostolic ministry—left vacant by Judas, who turned aside to his own place."
They cast lots. And the lot fell to Matthias.
He was numbered with the Eleven. And so the Twelve were restored.
Not with swords or banners, but with quiet fire. The sky was waiting. And soon—the wind would come.