They sat quietly drinking their coffee and watching the light go from the sky.”
–C. Wayne Winkle (Down the Long Trail)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. I often think of this day, yuh know the one that took place the Saturday after the crucifixion. I reckon the disciples thought that truly the light fell from their sky. The Lord was dead, in the tomb, and they were runnin’ feared.
It was a dark day in their minds, not knowing what was takin’ place in the spiritual realm. It was quiet, perhaps some thought deathly quiet, but in the spiritual realm there was commotion, unrest, and triumph. What the devil and demons thought to be a victory celebration quickly had turned into havoc for them. Jesus was taking captivity captive, and Pard there’s plenty there to be contemplatin’.
Was Jesus preachin’? Did He speak to Abraham tellin’ him it was time to finally reach that land where he was searchin’? Did He go to Moses to point him in the direction of the Promised Land? So much was goin’ on. What about all those in the place of the dead who had never heard of the Savior, or Israel, or the Torah, the Law, and the Prophets? Was Jesus speakin’ to them?” Yep, the spiritual world was in commotion for sure. The chains were ready to be broken, and He was ready to get out of that tomb. So much mystery Pard, so much we don’t understand, nor do we need to.
Understand this though, that coffee is sure tasty this mornin’. Too bad ol’ James and John, with Thomas couldn’t have had a cup to help soothe their souls that Saturday long ago. Things on earth were not quite the same. Peter was grieving his betrayal, while Judas took matters into his own hands as he did in the garden, and committed suicide because of his betrayal. Each betrayed the Lord, Pard, both were grieving, but there must have been some faith in ol’ Pete.
The women no doubt were weepin’, the other disciples were fearful, some in hidin’. I wonder if there were any of them together, or if they were facin’ this day alone? Did Peter still have the dagger that was bloodstained from his episode in the garden? It was wrong for him to slice off that ear, but another inch and Jesus would have had to raise the soldier from the dead. But what of the other sword. Who had it? What happened to it? Why didn’t that disciple, whoever he was, take action when Peter did? So many questions…
Sip that coffee and ponder, Pard. This is the day for it. The work was finished on Friday, Sunday, the day of the resurrection was still a few hours away. Pard, sip is slowly and think of all that took place for you and me, an’ the rest of the world. Maybe some of them, those more attuned to what was takin’ place, felt and heard the footsteps of a triumphant march down in the underworld. Jesus for sure was causin’ a stir down there.
Mercy, almost gives me goosebumps thinkin’ of all that was possibly transpirin’. Pard, think of it, our souls were redeemed! Now, don’t lose yur focus so much that yuh forget to check yur cinch. That coconut where yuh place yur hat can’t be takin’ too much more abuse. Say, Pard, as yuh mount up, remember–Sunday’s comin’!
Vaya con Dios.