It can be an uncomfortable experience, resurrection: becoming un-numb, feeling again, facing the pain, facing our greatest fears, trusting that Jesus can bring new life as the tomb inside opens wide.
Tonight, the disciples were alone.
They were afraid because their friend, their mentor, their Jesus was gone from their lives in an instant.
I can’t imagine that feeling. Hopeless. Alone. Uncertain. Scared. Doubtful. Angry. Despair. Tears. Sadness.
He just left. Sacrificially. Willingly. And the world was dark.
It may be Friday today, but we know that Sunday is coming. We no longer feel what the disciples felt. Once and for all, those feelings were buried with His body. We know He is near, He is alive and He is fighting for us always, rejecting our hopelessness in this life and promising that Sunday is coming.
The Kiss by Gustav Klimt (detail), oil and gold leaf on canvas, 1907–1908
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I got my green one at Macy’s, but yeah I find good ones at H&M, or Forever 21. Those are my main stores, honestly. :)