They crucified Him yesterday and even God could not bear to look at the sight. Joseph and Nicodemus entombed Him before the Sabbath began. They took a risk, asking for His body. Suppose someone accused them of following Him? What would happen to them? What would happen to me, if they found out I had followed Him?
He’s dead. What to do? What now? I despair. All is lost. I am without hope. I pray, but why? It seems all I knew and believed has just been disproved.
The world crumbles around me. Rome squeezes an ever-tightening grip around our neck. The High Priest has been bought and paid for. The Sanhedrin is corrupt. The Pharisees are all hypocrites. We are slaves to the powers that be. Our only hope lies dead. God, help us all.
Still, I pray… Without ceasing, I pray.