Saturday, April 11, 2009

15: The Day After

The morning after a very personal tragedy and loss is so indescribable.

I remember waking up the day after we miscarried in a complete fog. Slowly, the images of the day before started rolling through my still-sleepy mind and slowly I started to remember what had just transpired.

It was an awful feeling.

One that makes you want to crawl under the covers, shut your eyes tight and will yourself back to sleep just to forget for a little while again.

I have to wonder if Jesus' followers and friends felt much the same way on this day, the day after the crucifixion. Did they wake up in a fog only to have the bloody images of the prior day start flashing through their mind? Or did they even sleep at all, too traumatized by the sights and filled with too many questions to afford them even a few hours of slumber?

Being on this side of history affords us the luxury of knowing that Sunday indeed comes. That Christ rises to fulfill every promise and prophecy. And while the Lord spoke of these things to his disciples I wonder if they really got it until they saw him on that Sunday.

Saturday must have been indescribably difficult.

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