I wonder what it was like for the disciples, to wonder "What's next?" The Master lies in a tomb. The Son of God. How could it be? The temple veil is in ruins. Unheard of. Unbelievable. Saturday, unknowingly the in between. Mourning the brutal unjust death of a friend, a Man called Master. How could this be? What devastation must they be suffering? Their courage failed them. Their Teacher is dead. They've seen Jesus raise people from the dead, but He didn't save Himself. Perhaps we judge them too harshly. We look back and say, "Oh, ye, of little faith." However, this is new to them. They don't understand. What's next? Sunday is coming.
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