Jesus came to me at his tomb.

After Jesus' death , i went to visit his body at the tomb. His body was not there *gasp* , when i turned around he was right beside me. I felt so blessed to be next to him, i felt something special. Then he was gone and i ran to John to tell him that the body of Jesus was gone . John ran extremly fast , with apostles closely behind him. They all believed Jesus' body had been stolen. I truly did not know what to believe , i was more worried then anything. Jesus is the one friend i cared about the most.