That Hopeless Friday
by Becky Dietz
Jesus was dead. And the disciples had shut themselves in to the upper room. They were fearful. If the Romans had killed Jesus...who was to say they wouldn’t come after his followers? And they were disillusioned. Hadn’t God promised them a Messiah, a Deliverer, who would reign on David’s throne? They kept anticipating that Jesus would become king, the next great political leader. Of course, Jesus had tried to tell them his kingdom was different, but they just didn’t get it. They kept expecting Jesus to overthrow the horrible Roman government.
And now here they were with a dead leader. He didn’t even fight his death—it’s like he just submitted to it. And they had no idea what to do next. Their hearts were full of fear and doubt. It’s like one scene after another of their days with Jesus was rolling through their minds. What had they missed? Hadn’t he told them that if they would seek his kingdom first, everything would be given to them? Then why were they here—hopeless, helpless, fearful, and with no plan?
There was no government who would deliver them now. They were hunted men. Guards were everywhere—expecting and preventing these disciples from creating a great deception. They had no one. And Jesus had left them with no plan. His last words were to tell John to take care of his mother and then...”It is finished.” Finished? Had it even started??
That Friday was full of fear and hopelessness.
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