It's still Sunday, about five in the evening. The disciples are in the house they rented last week when they arrived in Jerusalem with Jesus. You're with them.
They're still shaken by what happened that morning when Mary Magdalene burst in saying she had seen the Lord, and that he had given her a message for them. They had asked her a hundred questions, argued among themselves, and pretty much decided it must have been some kind of hallucination. After all, earlier she had come to them in near hysteria saying the body was stolen. She needed to get hold of herself.
When Mary left, she seemed upset.
Things are quiet now. You're together in the largest room - the dining room - wishing it was time for supper. Some are pacing, others sitting, a couple of them standing around talking. The air is heavy. It is not a happy place to be.
All of a sudden, right here in the middle of the room, is Jesus himself. A hush comes over you. He looks different, but it's Jesus. You all stand there, eyes fixed on him, wondering if he is going to say something.
He smiles a warm smile. Then in the kindest voice you ever heard, he says: "Peace be with you."
- Little White Book, Diocese of Saginaw