On the evening of that day, when the disciples were together with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came and stood among them….
Here’s how I imagine it.
Mary, Peter, and John are telling their stories from the morning, piecing it together—electrified, exuberant. But some in the room are grieving, depressed, and angry.
Only Mary has seen you alive. Many don’t believe her.
The other Mary is cooking dinner, filling the house with the smell of roasting meat. James is adding wood to the fire. It’s loud. Another woman chops vegetables on the big wooden table and bangs pots around. People talk and argue about the events of the last three days.
What events, besides your death?
- Some say tombs have broken open and dead people are abroad in Jerusalem.
- Large earthquakes + 3-hour total eclipse of the sun.
- Most of your friends in this room deserted you when things got to be too much.
And you, Jesus, walk in on it.
The room falls silent. When did you get here? How did you get in? Did someone unlock the door?
Were you here all along?