11/04/2020
I’ve been thinking about two thousand years ago.
How Jesus’ disciples were most likely grieving heavily in this moment. They’d just witnessed their teacher and friend being brutally nailed to a wooden cross. Mocked and abused. And still He was praying to the Father. Asking for the forgiveness of the very ones who put him there.
I wonder if the scenes played over and over in their heads. The amazing moments they’d had with Him. Their first conversation, the way He made each person in a crowd feel like they were the only one in the room. How they got to go back and eat and laugh with Him, when he’d just performed hundreds of miracles that would change entire families forever.
This man, who they knew, just KNEW was the One sent from God. The One that prophets of Old had prophesied about. The One who would save them. But... how could this be? He was dead. Had they given up everything for a tragedy or worse?
As they struggled with the stages of grief possibly finding themselves somewhere in between denial and acceptance, tomorrow would come.
And it would change everything.
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