It all happened so fast. I've only recently started thinking about the likely time line from The Last Supper, on Thursday evening, to Jesus dying the cross by noon the next day.
Just a matter of hours.
A complete mockery of justice.
There they were, sharing supper with Jesus, and by lunchtime Jesus was dead, and their hopes for - what? What were they hoping would happen? Some glorious happy-ever-after ending?
It's all right for us, we know that this was not the end, but actually the real Glorious Happy-Ever-After ending. But I feel for the family, friends and followers of Jesus as the growing realisation came that he wasn't going to miraculously save himself, step down from the Cross, and join them for a belated lunch. They must have gone home feeling completely empty and bereft.
As someone commented on my blog recently [was it you?] Jesus died amidst confusion and chaos. Today I am hanging on to the promise of joy on Sunday!
ReplyDeleteAt least we know there will be joy.... those poor people had no idea, no real reason to hope apart from a few cryptic sayings.
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