


I think about Jerusalem. I envision the donkey the Savior rode from Bethphage. I've seen so many donkeys in that land. I think of the crowds following Him across the Mount of Olives waving their palm branches. I think of "the place of the skull outside the Garden Tomb where the Palestinian bus station is and I see the likeness still.
But most of all I think about the Garden Tomb and all that it brings of hope. I remember the words of all the kind British guides I have ever known in that beautiful place who always say, "Remember, the tomb is empty."
And that is the witness I send you on this Easter day. The tomb is empty. He lives. He loves us. He teaches us. He guides us. He blesses us with living prophets. He restored His church through Joseph smith. He has atoned for our sins, errors, pain, heartache, and mistakes, though we must do our part to have the Atonement work in our lives. I am confident we can do it. yes, the tomb is empty. And that makes all the difference.