waiting.

Some silence can be unnerving, unbearable, filled with nervous uncertainties, unspoken bleakness, and other un's. Well, that Saturday was laden with such. That twenty four hours saw them moping and groping around in the dark places of their minds, running away from the million pursuing thoughts and questions, occasionally slapping themselves to see if they were still in some sort of stupor. 

What. on. earth. just happened? Have I been duped? A good three years! What do I do now? Where do I go? It was all too fast! Those people, weren't they just cheering us and fanning us with palm leaves not a week ago? I blinked and they were screaming bloody murder! Have they forgotten every miracle they witnessed with their own eyes? Have they forgotten about the bread and the fish that laced their hungry stomachs? Did they think they were dreaming? So what was that all about? And what about all those things the master has said, about victory and the kingdom? Did he fail? What he even for real? Or was it just me being gullible? Was he just making empty promises and creating false hopes? What did he say again? But when he spoke, there was such authority! The wind and the waves that seemed to obey him at his will - those couldn't have been a fluke! Oh how could I be such a fool? Am I? Again, what on earth just happened? 

I love happy endings and happy to say that this story has one. That Saturday didn't go on forever (although it seemed like the day would never end). The next day had in store for them something so unexpected (well, it could have been otherwise if they had paid more attention but who could have?) that it changed the course of their lives and mankind as it was and would be known forever.

But for now, darkness.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

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There's just something about today. I wrote about it last year too: A New Dawn