Empty usually carries with it a negative connotation.
At Grandma and Grandpa's house for Easter, a couple of bunnies (aka Josh and Mitchel) decided to prepare an egg hunt for the three little ones. It was obvious that Nathaniel was both the oldest and the most experienced hunter of the bunch. Coming in equally unacquainted with the whole process was Nicholas and Leilana. Yet, with basket in hand, off they all ran each in their own direction. As wonderful as it was to see the excitement of a three year old finding an egg, it was Nicholas' take on Easter Egg Hunting that caught me off guard. I should have expected no less with him.
Each of them could have ten eggs; there were 30 hidden. Apparently that somehow meant to Nicholas that there was no hurry, but still... After each search and find, he'd stoop down close to the grass, set his basket on the ground and with great purpose he'd then take apart his egg. One by one he continued. I was perplexed as I watched him repeat this cycle. Keeping count of how many eggs he'd already found was no easy task since his eggs were all opened and tossed about. And he guarded his finds, so getting close was a bit dangerous at times!
Finally I figured it out. Candy! He wasn't hunting for eggs at all. HE was hunting for candy. That's why the empty and opened eggs were hurriedly scattered around the yard; that's why he carefully stopped after each find, and that's why his basket was full of carefully wrapped candy but void of pretty plastic eggs.
In this case, empty was a good thing. Because the egg was empty, his basket was full.
What an awesome reminder of the tomb. Because the tomb was empty, our lives can be full.
Matthew 28:6 He is not here; for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.