Tonight, the disciples were alone. They were afraid because their friend, their mentor, their Jesus was gone from their lives in an instant. I can’t imagine that feeling. Hopeless. Alone. Uncertain. Scared. Doubtful. Angry. Despair. Tears. Sadness. He just left. Sacrificially. Willingly. And the world was dark. It may be Friday today, but we know that Sunday is coming. We no longer feel what the disciples felt. Once and for all, those feelings were buried with His body. We know He is near, He is alive and He is fighting for us always, rejecting our hopelessness in this life and promising that Sunday is coming.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 01:28:01 +0000
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