2000+ years ago the disciples were mourning the death of Jesus. The man they had looked up to, and followed for years… The man they saw work miracles across the land. The man, who was the son of God.
I’ve lost many people in my life time, all of my grandparents, a lot of very dear & close friends, and even my own dad but I can’t even imagine what the day after Jesus died on the cross must have felt like for them. They had just witnessed the most inhumane death of the son of God… The crucifixion of a man who saved and RAISED lives from the dead… The man who was born from a virgin… The man who turned water to wine, who healed lepers and made blind men see & deaf people hear, the man who healed the paralyzed, the man who fed 5000 from a boys lunch… Up until the death of Jesus, his disciples must have been thinking that they were going to spend the rest of their life following him and helping people… and yet in a matter of hours their lives were turned upside down. There was betrayal & denial, confusion of course… Strangely a lot of the typical things that happen even in today’s time when faced with death.
I remember as a child after my grandfather passed away, thinking that if only he could come back to life as in the miracles of Jesus… I wonder if the disciples thought the same thing? Or worse, they might have had that confused feeling of why did Jesus allow those men to crucify him…. Can you imagine how they felt three days later, just as the reality of his death was sinking in… The miraculous news that Jesus had come out of his tomb… He was alive! And then they see him for the first time… Looking at his hands & feet… The scars!?! Ooooooo now that gives me chills….
Personally the best miracle that came of Jesus’ time on earth was the miracle of his resurrection. It is because of his resurrection that everyone can follow Jesus even today. As much as I would have loved to be there with the disciples and Jesus, while he performed miracles… He is with me today and every day, as close to my heart as I allow him to be.