At that moment they heard from behind them a loud noise as if a giant had broken a giant’s place. . . . The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end; and there was no Aslan. . . . There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself. —C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. And they were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?” And looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled back—it was very large. —Mark 16:2-4 ESV
Happy Easter from The Name of Aslan!
















