Day 39 - Good Friday

I didn't have as much luck tonight trying to find out why this day is referred to as "Good" Friday. Certainly, some 2,000 years ago, this was not considered a "good" day by those who had given up everything to follow Jesus. It must have been one of the worst day of their lives. There was nothing "good" about it. All they knew was that he was dead.

They must have thought it was over, that whatever they had seen with their own eyes had come to an end. Jesus was dead on a cross.

He was dead. Gone.

What now?

What about tomorrow? Do they return to their families? Do they pick up the pieces and go back to their old lives? Was it all a sham? How could this happen? What about everything he had done? What about everything he had said? He can't be gone...

What now?

Can you imagine how dark and hopeless that day must have seemed?

Empty.
Cold.
Sick.
Defeated.
Lost.

What would you do? What would I do?

He's gone...