Jesus was arrested from the Garden of Gethsemane, where Judas betrayed him with a Kiss. There were about 1,000 soldiers who came to arrest ONE UNARMED MAN!
THE DISCIPLES FLED! Yes, even Peter, who said he would DIE for Christ; the same guy who cut off the soldiers ear and Christ had to put it back and heal it..... FLED....
He followed close by and people recognized him. He denied he ever knew Christ in no uncertain terms, even CURSING at the ones to exposed him!
Then the cock crowed.... and he was reminded of what Christ had told him. He wept bitterly.
The LORD, the MASTER lay COLD AND DEAD in a borrowed tomb, provided by Joseph of Aramathia.
There must have been so much confusion! There were so many things that happened: The dead raised, the blind were given sight, the deaf had their hearing restored, the crippled walked, lives were changed, RADICALLY! There was NOTHING quiet about Jesus. He was a RADICAL CHANGER OF LIFE and all who came in contact with him knew it!
He had the words of Eternal life, yet there He lay, in a tomb. He was beaten beyond recognition, his beard ripped out, he was exposed as a common criminal, nailed to a wooden cross and left to suffocate in agony.
YET even in that state...... He forgave. He forgave those who sneered and jeered at him and those who hated him, despised him; He loved.
The Physical PUNISHMENT was not even the worst part. He who KNEW NO SIN, BECAME SIN FOR US. He didn't just die for present day or past day sin. He died for the sin of ALL mankind, taking it ALL upon himself ALL AT ONE TIME, including MY sin, YOUR sin, and our future sin.
The burden is unfathomable to even try to grasp. Every SIN on him was layed..... EVERY.
Every murder, rape, lie, theft, sexual sin, perversion, thought.... HE BORE.
The disciples were HIDING! They were scared, terrified.... The shepherd had been struck, and the sheep had scattered....
I contemplate what I would have thought had I been there at that time. Would I have fled? Would I have been inconsolable? Confused? Angry? Frightened?
I am sure all of those things.
They scattered and hid..... I wonder if they were making plans to head back to their homes and resume their previous lives?
Today I ponder what it was like to be alive during that time; the time when Christ was dead.
“I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God- it changes me.”
― C. S. Lewis
― C. S. Lewis
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining. I believe in love even when I don't feel it. And I believe in God even when He is silent. (quote found on the wall of a concentration camp)