It was Easter Sunday. Churches all over the world were crammed full of people celebrating the holiday, but the Doctor was not one of them. He sat in his TARDIS, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for something to come to him.
And then it did.
He had always wondered if it was true, yet in all his years he had never once thought to find out for himself. So, on that Easter Sunday he decided he would.
He punched in the coordinates and set the date; not fifteen seconds later with no small amount of groaning, the TARDIS had landed.
Cautiously, carefully, he opened the door with a soft creak. The TARDIS had landed at the bottom of a grassy hill. He stepped out, letting the door fall shut behind him as he looked around. Dawn was just beginning to break over the land. In the distance there was a sprawling ancient city, illuminated in the light.
The Doctor climbed the hill, and when he crested it, he saw.
Before him loomed a rocky hillock. Within the rock was carved an entrance into a room, and beside the tomb lay a huge boulder. Several feet away from the doorway there lay two guards dressed in Roman fashion, passed out upon the grass.
The Doctor saw, and he had the urge to step inside the tomb, but he dared not risk it. He knew now what lay inside, and that was one being he did not wish to confront.
As he stood there, mulling over what he was looking at, the sound of voices reached his ears. He turned his head slightly to see three figure—women—coming up the path towards the tomb. Hurriedly the Doctor made his exit, not even wanting to consider what sort of effects he could have on the world should his presence be discovered.
As he entered the TARDIS, he heard the gasps of wonder from the women as they saw what had become of the tomb. And then he heard a voice say: “Do not be amazed; you are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who has been crucified. He has risen; He is not here; behold, here is the place where they laid Him.”
The Doctor shut the door and left quietly, knowing what would happen next. For now he knew it was true.
He is risen indeed.
Not bad, except the guards were Jewish temple guards, not Roman guards. Everyone gets this wrong. The Gospels say that the Sanhedrin wanted Roman guards, but Pilate refused, telling them to use their own guards. That’s why they could bribe the guards after the Resurrection. Roman guards would’ve been killed if it was ever found out that they had been bribed, and I don’t know if they would have accepted a bribe from a Jew, even if he was a more prominent Jew.
With regards to the guards, I actually heard that Pilate had given them *Roman* guards due to the crowds for the Passover, but he wouldn’t give them anymore; he said basically “use your own!”, but that meant the ones he already gave them. In essence, he wasn’t going to give them anymore than he already did. He…didn’t like them much, lol.