He was such a quiet person.
It’s easy to spout peaceful platitudes when everything is going fine and everyone is treating you well. But when someone speeds up from behind and keeps you from merging onto the highway, and then another honks and cuts in front of you because you’re only doing the speed limit, do you feel the anger and resentment rising? Are you tempted to flip the bird? Honk? Memorize a license plate and – do what?
I wonder how his closest friends felt when Jesus was taken down from the cross. When they went home after he was buried, what was their emptiness like? Were they filled with despair? Did they feel their entire lives pressing down on them?
What did they do?
If someone you believed in deeply, patterned your life after, and given up everything for, suddenly moved on, what would you do?
Just like in classic story structure, all seems lost right before the end.
Yet, at the darkest hour, we are given the greatest opportunity. Do we take it? Or do we cower and shy away from it, responding in reactive form?