Our worship time at the small country church in Illinois was wonderful. A reminder of the crucifixion in detail, and a challenge to leave our sins at the foot of the cross. It was quite an experience to lean over to my oldest son and ask him if there was anything to pray for, and he answered, 'I just want to pray for Leo.' (Leo is an orphan over in Rwanda that we are trying to rescue.)
We prayed, and then walked out.
Hindsight is always 20/20, and it's easy on this side of the event to know the hope that is to come. But imagine being the disciples, or the ladies, or the thousands of people who heard Jesus and assumed He was truly the Son of God. There must have been much to think about on this night.
Sin still on the earth.
Kingdoms and uprisings to be declared in the future.
All the hopes and dreams of a nation rested on the Messiah, and this Jesus; well, He just turned out to be another hoax. Or so it seemed.
Remember, it was Jesus who said, "Tear down this temple, and I will rebuild it in three days." The Bible says He was referring to His own body, but they didn't know that at the time.
Darkness fell on Saturday.
But Sunday's Coming.