Blog 29: The EASTER Series (Part 3) Lock the doors—They want to kill us too!

Life without hope

I don’t want to do this any more. I want to curl up into a ball and forget about the world. I don’t know if I can carry on. Nothing makes sense any more. Not since yesterday.

They crucified him and now he’s dead.

'The funeral was a rushed job—no time to mourn': Photo by Greg Ortega on Unsplash

A rushed job

Thank God for Joseph. I didn’t know he knew Jesus, otherwise the body would have been thrown in the rubbish dump alone with those other two convicts.

The didn’t have any one to take care of them. I wonder of they had family who loved them? Probably not. They were outlaws (Matthew 27:38, Mark 15:27, Luke 23:33, John 19:18)

It was a rushed burial job, no time to mourn, A quick wash to remove the gore and blood, then a borrowed cart to move his body to the cave.

I saw his brothers, James and Jude, (Matthew 13:55–56) both shocked. But what do you expect. Their big brother dead. I wonder how they’ll cope? Then there are his sisters (Matthew 13:55–56). What will happen to them?

I believe that John is looking after his mother, poor dear. (John 19: 25-27)

What can you do after a day like yesterday. His body wasn’t prepared properly for burial, there were no spices or perfumes. After sundown, at the completion of Shabbat, a group of us brought what we could.

Perhaps tomorrow we can have a proper funeral service.

All hope is gone

We’re scared, all of us are. I think we’ll all go our separate ways, Peter back to his fishing. Chances Andrew, James and John will return to the family business. (Mark 1:14—20)

There’s nothing here in Jerusalem for any of us.

Chances are we’re all on the Sanhedrin's wanted list as well.

The one person who made any sense of life is dead. If they crucified him, what will they do to us? … the same?

That’s why we’re huddled together, in the dark, afraid to move.

There are always spies around, Jewish spies, Roman spies.

Everyman has his price—Just ask Judas! Fat lot of good it did him though. Rumour has it he hanged himself. (Matthew 27:3—10)

Perhaps Tomorrow

All hope is gone, I don’t know what we’ll do, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know … I’m just numb. If only we could turn back time.

Perhaps tomorrow morning we’ll go to the grave and hope the soldiers will let us anoint his body.

After that … who knows!

Hold on Mary, the story hasn’t finished. Try to get some sleep … because tomorrow is Sunday—Easter Sunday!

To be continued . . .

What did this remind you of?

A life without hope was how the disciples felt on the Saturday after Christs crucifixion.
They had no expectation of Easter Sunday.

If you life lacks hope or expectancy you need to take action today—Don't wait until tomorrow. Put your faith in Jesus—today, and start a new life of hope and purpose. (Acts 16:29-31)

To you cant' wait to find out how this story ends—Read Matthew 28, Mark 16, Luke 24 & John 20

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