I am sure I am neither the first nor the
last one to recognize that many of us are spending Good Friday this year in isolation just
the way the first disciples did on that fateful day that changed history
forever.
They were in lock-down the same way
we are.
They were in fear for their lives perhaps
not too different from the way we are during global pandemic.
The instinctual human response when faced with a threat is to shut
the doors. To hide. To self-isolate.
Sometimes self-isolation is mandatory sometimes
it’s self-imposed.
What were they thinking as they reflected on the avalanche
of events that had rolled over them in the course of the past few days leading up to Golgotha?
The triumphant entry into the
Holy City. The cheering crowds. The washing of their smelly feet. The somber
supper. The wine and the bread. The traitor. The prayer of agony.
The ambush. The traitor's kiss.
The unthinkable.
How could something they thought so right turn into
something so horribly wrong?
Now their leader is dead and their own lives are in jeopardy.
Murder and threats from without, swarming fears from within.
Were they second-guessing themselves and each other? Did
they think if they had done something different they could have changed the
outcome? Were they pointing fingers?
Were they assailed by every doubt fear despair disappointment
and heartbreak plaguing mankind from the creation of the world??Or was that reserved for Jesus to absorb on the cross?
In that moment of darkness did they forget everything - EVERYTHING - Jesus ever told them while there was still light?
Was all their hope swallowed by the day of darkness, with no way out as the doors were locked - from within?
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