It’s Saturday of Passion Week and the disciple’s heads must have been spinning. “What in the world just happened? Just a few days ago Jerusalem was buzzing with excitement over His arrival. People were openly asking if this could be the Messiah! Then, before we could even think, He was arrested and we were running for our lives.”
Of course there’s no way to know for sure if that’s what the disciples were thinking, but I’ll bet I’m not far off. It’s what I’d be thinking. After all, they had left everything to follow Jesus, and now He was dead. All of the dreams they had, all of the hopes that He was the long awaited promised Messiah were now buried with Him inside of that tomb. What were they to do? Had the past three and half years all been for nothing? How could something that seemed so right go so terribly wrong so fast?
As those first disciples gathered together that Saturday, hiding in fear of the religious leaders, and mourning the loss of Jesus, it must have all seemed almost surreal. The anguish and fear and pain and doubt and despair and hopelessness that they felt must have been mind numbing and spirit crushing.
They probably should have known better. Jesus had told them on several occasions that this was going to happen, but they still seemed totally unprepared. It must have seemed like their whole world had come crashing down. I feel bad that they had to go through all of that. If I could I’d tell them, “Hold on boys! Because you can’t keep a good man down, and Sundays coming!”
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