Can you imagine not knowing?
The darkness of the night must have been the only comfort, the only thing to block out the pain and fear. He was gone, He had died.
Light had left, hope had gone.
They must have wondered why He said He was the One? Why didn’t He save Himself? How did He perform the miracles and do the things He did?
Why did they believe Him?
He was it. They must have felt like the one escape they had from this fallen, broken world had just closed in on them. They must have felt like He died and just left them there to die too. It’s was just a matter of time.
How could they not feel hopeless? They had watched him just stand there, taking every word, every spit, every punch. He just took it, He didn’t even fight back.
He let them torture Him, He let them mock. He let them hurt Him, why did he have to give up?
Now it life was complete darkness. No hope. Total pain.
That was what they must have felt, absolute despair.
But can you imagine? The shiver that went down their spine as they saw Him, the One who had been rolled into a grace, breathing in life and walking in power with the holes in hands and feet. Alive.
They must have thought, “He is dead, there is no possible way.”
As their minds tried to come up with an explanation, Heaven showed them the proof-He was alive. He hadn’t given up at all, He had come back undefeated and brought forever life, hope and freedom with Him.
I can only imagine the unexplainable joy that crept into their hearts that had been weighed down with sorrow only moments before.
He was no longer dead, He never had been. He had only walked past death, on His way to unlocking everlasting life for all His brothers and sisters.
He is exactly who He said He was, He came to FREE. The stunned believers of that day didn’t have to wait anymore, they didn’t have to live in their old ways anymore. And neither do we. Everything He said is true, it was then and it is now.
Even when anxiety comes or people disappoint or life seems too much to bear. He is still who He says He is and He keeps His promise.
He is Jesus, the greatest comeback story of all time.
Tonight we don’t have to wonder, we don’t have to sit under the crushing weight of disappointment and sorrow.
We know Sunday morning is coming, we know the end of the story: Jesus wins.
It’s been the story since He walked out of the tomb the world thought He was going to stay in forever. It’s been the story since the beginning of time. And it’s still the story today and every day after.
Jesus wins. Death is defeated. He is alive.
“On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them,’Why do you look for the living among the dead?’ He is not here; he has risen!'” -Luke 24:1-6