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!