If you can put yourself back in the 1st century, on that Good Friday, and if you can sit in the shoes of his disciples or his mother or his enemies or even the political authorities of the day, where do you think you might most align?
Would you be like his enemies where your doubts and cynicism about Jesus were confirmed by his death: he really wasn’t God after all!
Would you play politics, straddling both sides of the fence: May he is, Maybe he isn’t.
Would your heart break like any mother naturally would, but with a special nuance: A measure of hope residing deep in the reservoirs of your heart that he is who he claimed to be: sitting opposite the tomb?
Would you go back to your daily life seeing your dreams seemingly dashed, having hoped that Jesus was going to redeem Israel?
The Death and Burial of Jesus forces our hand to finally be honest about where our hope truly rests. So let’s be honest, where does the death of Christ leave?
