The madness of two days ago has gone. The betrayal, denial, scorn and
torture, the mob mentality, the false trial and trading of places, after all someone
had to pay the price no matter who was to blame, even if blame wasn’t in
question. The jeering, the sheer brutality of it all, how was this sort of
cruelty possible. When did everyone become so uncaring, so quick to turn away
in the face of such blatant inhumanity. When did we decide it was acceptable to
inflict this amount of pain on our fellow human beings?
But for some reason, it had to happen. He knew it was coming, accepted
it, kept telling us but we just didn’t get it. What felt like utter defeat has
now come full circle. The distress, fear, guilt and abject misery have all
gone, and our tears are now ones of joy. We thought the women were delirious in
their grief when they said they’d seen him. No one could live through that, he
was well and truly dead and buried, but somehow it’s true. Reports started
filtering back, and then just like that, there he was, in the room, as large as
life.
Our heads are spinning, our hearts are fit to burst. He is alive.
What happens now?
Resurrection morn
the cross and grave both empty
promise of new life
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