You begin your day, wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush your teeth and head to work. As you’re working a job that you’ve been doing all your life, some stranger you have never seen before tells you to drop whatever you are doing and follow him.
Ummmm… what?! Leave my entire livelihood, my family, my friends, everything?!
That’s exactly right. You leave all of it behind and decide to follow this stranger. But you’re not the only one! There are many people who are also following him with you. However, you and 11 others have been chosen to be in this guys most intimate circle of friends. You’ve become a new family.
You eat together, travel together, and live every second of every day together. And this man that you’ve decided to follow performs the most amazing miracles, teaches things that are considered radical at the time and takes you under his wing to teach you all he knows.
Then, one of your brothers, a member of your new family betrays this man who has given you everything. The heartbreak must have been terrible! You ask yourself, “How could I have not seen it coming?” or “What could I have done to stop it?”
To make things even worse, your teacher, the patriarch of your family has been sentenced to death. He doesn’t perform one of his many miracles and escape, he walks straight to the cross and after suffering for hours, dies.
This man whom you have followed for years, for whom you have up your entirely livelihood and everything you had known… is dead. What do you do next? Where do you go? Yes, he has raised others from the dead before, but now he is the one who is dead. Dead people can’t perform miracles.
And that is where I leave you. Imagine the heartbreak, the disappointment, the utter despair, the disciples must have been feeling on this Holy Saturday as Jesus Christ lay dead in his tomb. You had given up your entire life, everything you have ever known. You have no where to turn to, you can’t go back home, and you don’t know what you’re supposed to do next.
Are we not blessed to know that Jesus Christ did indeed rise again? To understand that his death was not a permanent state of being but a stepping stone to paying for our sins?
I leave you with the song True Love by Phil Wickham.