Saturday, 07 April 2012
After sundown, the high priests and Pharisees arranged a meeting with Pilate. They said, "Sir, we just remembered that that liar announced while he was still alive, 'After three days I will be raised.' We've got to get that tomb sealed until the third day. There's a good chance his disciples will come and steal the corpse and then go around saying, 'He's risen from the dead.' Then we'll be worse off than before, the final deceit surpassing the first."
Pilate told them, "You will have a guard. Go ahead and secure it the best you can." So they went out and secured the tomb, sealing the stone and posting guards.
- Matthew 27:62-66
Jesus made a promise. He promised he'd come back, but now he's gone. The high priests certainly don't believe he'll return, but they take no chances. They guard the tomb, lest Jesus' followers try to fake his resurrection.
It's lonely without him. The disciples forgot what life was like before Jesus came around. They were lowly fishermen and peasants, but this man -- this incredible, inspirational man -- made them feel like there was more to life. His presence is missed; there's an emptiness. The silence in the room is deafening.
But he made a promise.
Have you ever had someone make a promise that took a while to fulfill? How does the waiting feel? How do you suppose the disciples handled the loneliness?