Member-only story
This is the way I envision it.
I cannot say with certainty this is the way it will be.
But it might.
His grave opens and he rises, assisted to his feet by a Being of incredible light. Its brightness is such he is tempted to shield his eyes. But he does not, for he wants to savor the moment. For all he knows, it may not be repeated.
He glances at his hands and his feet. The marks from the cruel nails are there. They are but scars now. The pain they caused is but a dim memory.
But the rest of his skin is intact. And his rags, the ones he wore to the place he was crucified, are gone. But somehow he does not seem naked.
The Being has wings and a kind face. It speaks to him in a mellifluous voice as it helps him to his feet.
He has heard a voice like that once before. On a hill called Golgotha.
He is greeted with a spectacular assault on the senses. But it is a good assault.
There is brightness everywhere. He is unaccustomed to such light.
He sees countless similar Beings helping other humans from graves.
And, high above in the sky, he sees numerous other Beings around a magnificent throne that hangs, seemingly suspended in air, defying gravity.
