Saturday, April 15, 2017

When the sun rises

This day, many centuries ago, the disciples grieved
They had thought Jesus was the Messiah
the Savior
But he was dead
Their heads spun
Tears overwhelmed them
Grief was more than they could bear
Fear was mixed heavily with this potion
Jesus was dead
Now what?
Were they wrong?
But what about the miracles?
What about this Jesus who told the wind to be still
and it did?
Their heads were spinning
Few words were spoken
The grief hung in the air like a cloud
Now what?
What do we do now?
That was Saturday, the day after the crucifixion
But just wait a few hours
Just wait....
Because when the sun rises tomorrow
EVERYTHING will change
When the Son rises the world will never be the same!

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