Friday...
In the midst of the chaos.... In the din of the surrounding darkness. The piercing screams of everyone around. How could this happen. The one on whom we've pinned our hopes. Jesus Christ . . . The God-man, hanging on the tree, crucified. . . Dying on the cross. How can this happen?
The darkness envelops me. . . The sinking feeling that comes with knowing that everything that you've hoped for, everything you've counted on. . . Has just failed. They take Him down off the cross and wrap His body, preparing it for burial. As He is lowered into the tomb, those standing nearby, scream curses and laugh. Laugh! How has the son of God become the laughing stock of the entire world. How can we pick up the pieces, and recover from the aftermath of His failure?
Sunday...
The guards stand before their commander, shaken and horrified. No one seems to be able to explain what happened. One second everything was normal. . . The next they woke up in a stunned stupor to find the body they were guarding. . . Was gone. Vanished. Dead people just don't get up and leave. It just doesn't happen!
Those Christ was closest to have gathered in a room, scared, confused, and unsure of anything. All of a sudden, He appears, making sense of all their questions. . . Calming all their fears. Finally, I understand that it is through the aftermath of His death, that He can pick up the aftermath of my life. . . .
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