My thoughts have been on Jesus' last days on earth. Today I was struck by the fact that for several years, Jesus' disciples followed Him with reckless abandon. They knew that He was going to change the world and they were happy to be a part of it. They had an unconditional love for this man and they were willing to follow Him to the very ends of the earth.
Then He died. He suffered and died in a hideous way. He was mocked and ridiculed. I'm sure that even though Jesus told His disciples what was going to happen, they still had no clue of what He really meant. They could not fully understand it.
So here it was, after three years of radically following this man that said He was the son of God, and all of a sudden He was dead. Can you imagine their disillusionment and discouragement when Jesus died on that cross? I imagine they spent the rest of Friday and all of Saturday, hiding out and commiserating together. They were wondering what they would do now. They did not know where to turn.
What they did not know is that Sunday was coming. The stone would be rolled away and Jesus would rise from the grave and come back to life!
Happy Easter! HE IS RISEN!