I often wonder what this day was like for the disciples. Jesus – their teacher, leader, Messiah – was dead. The earth hadn’t shaken yet, and the stone was still firmly in place. I wonder if they felt betrayed, lost, confused, scared. They were huddled together on Sunday, but did they isolate themselves on Saturday? There was no hint that they remembered Jesus’s words – those that promised He would rise again, that this was not the end. I’m guessing it felt like the end. And moms there are times in our lives that everything around us looks hopeless. Times …
