There have been times in my life when I had great expectations and ideas of how things would turn out. Wonderful dreams and plans. But in an unexpected instant those dreams, hopes and plans were dashed. It was as if I felt the globe turn and suddenly North was South and down was up.
Ever been there?
I think that's how it was for Jesus' disciples. Even those who recognized that He was the long awaited Messiah, didn't really understand what that meant, I think. We are earthly minded beings and I think they all expected an earthly revolution.
But now, on this day, He lay dead in a borrowed tomb. Some of them had seen Him die. Some of them had helped carry the body and wrap it in cloth. He was dead. His skin was ashen, His nails and lips blue, His limbs stiffened. No hope. Gone.
So I picture them sitting in the empty room just staring. No one knows what to say. They had a plan and a purpose and... now what? So much excitement and emotional build up - - for this?
"This isn't what I expected. This isn't what I had in mind. I never planned for this. What do I do now?"
All they could see was yesterday and today. No matter how strong their faith, I don't think any of them imagined tomorrow. They saw dashed hopes and empty dreams. They saw lost and confused faces gazing at one another. They saw fear and pain. They had all lost one they loved dearly. They had all been betrayed by a trusted friend.
They had no idea that the revolution going on was for their souls. No idea that the spiritual realm was undergoing a vast restructuring. What had belonged to the devil was taken away. Paid for, Redeemed. What had been his most powerful weapon -- death-- was losing its power.
Sometimes when we lose what we long for, it's because something unimagined is being given in its place. Don't lose hope. Look to tomorrow!