The Day In-between

The room must have felt small. Crammed with His followers, men who left everything to follow the Messiah. All their life they were taught the Messiah would reign. A new, strong Israel would be established. But,

Sabbath made them pause. They could do no work, couldn’t travel back to their lake…home.

The thoughts of what happened Thursday evening through Friday afternoon must have bounced around the room.

He changed the Passover in front of their eyes. “This bread is My body…This cup is My blood…” What was all that about?

Before they could get clarification He led them to the garden across the valley. Exhaustion pulled them away from Him. He begged them to pray with Him, but they failed. Would it have made a difference?

Judas rejoined them with soldiers. He kissed Jesus’ cheek.

Before Peter was fully awake he sliced a man’s ear off. Jesus was there to fix it. Now He was nowhere to be found. Could He ever fix anything again?

Darkness made them run even though they didn’t know where to run to. They needed Jesus to guide them, but the Romans had Him now. What did the future hold?

Peer pressure made Simon flinch at even knowing Jesus. That look from the Son of God…why was it always there when he closed his eyes? Peter stared at nothing.

John saw it all. The nails that tore through flesh, the blood that fell to earth from above, the grace, the forgiveness, the call for a drink, the casting of lots for His clothes. Why was he placed over Jesus’ earthly brothers?

They all felt the earth move. Darkness enveloped each of them for three hours. Were the rumors of the massive temple veil even true?

What drew them to this room? Was it because it was the last place they spent with their master? Eating was the farthest thing from their minds today.

All they could do was wait.

 

I’m a truck driver turned writer. My writing drives people to Jesus.
I love sunsets/sunrises, dark chocolate, coffee, cats and dogs (as long as their owners pick up after them) and solitude. My relationship with God through Jesus Christ is most important to me, not a religion. This writing gig is all God’s idea. I only wish to bring more attention to Jesus with it.