“It wasn’t supposed to end like this…”

“I thought that he was going to rule the world! (And we along with him!)”

“What happened?”

“How could this be?”

“Was it all a lie?”

Image Courtesy of John Bell

I can barely stand to consider how the disciples of Jesus felt following the brutal death of their leader, their Master, their Friend.




And guilt. Guilt…definitely. Given that all but John and the women had abandoned Jesus in His greatest hour of need, I have no doubt that they were plagued by guilt. Judas was dead…and I wonder if any of the others wondered about taking the same way out.

Nothing is worse than waiting for hope to come unless it is having found such a Great Hope only to see it dashed to pieces.

Did they ponder Jesus’ words recorded in Matthew 17:22, 23?

 When they came together in Galilee, he said to them,  
“The Son of Man is going to be betrayed into the hands of men.  
They will kill him, and on the third day he will be raised to life. 
And the disciples were filled with grief. 
Was there even a slight glimmer of  “What if…?”
Can you identify with the hopelessness of the disciples? I can. Have you experienced a moment in time when you wondered at God’s plan, knowing that certainly…
this can’t be it
God’s sovereignty and silence require that we just sit…still our souls…and quietly wait…