Continued from yesterday’s post:
Is Trust Shattered or Sacred? If you haven’t been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow links and read the previous posts, otherwise this post won’t make sense:
The Easter 2017 Trust Series:
- Post #1: Can We Trust God on Maundy Thursday?
- Post #2: Trust On A Saturday, The Day After Good Friday
- Post #3: Trust Come Sunday Morning – Shattered or Sacred?
- Post #4: Trust Come Sunday Morning Continued #6 in the Trust Series
And there are links to the Entire Trust Series at the bottom of the post so you can join us as we learn about trust.
Okay, on to today’s segment of our story –
Don’t Trust Your Own Eyes
“I think we should wait and pray to see what the truth is and how and what we can trust. Because, right now, I don’t trust my own ears or eyes.”
An increasingly angry mob is stunned into utter silence.
After several moments a child whimpers in the dark. Those close by shush it. No one else breaths.
Every eyeball in the cave is pointed at us. Even in the dark.
You stand there tall and defiant as I swallow hard.
It’s cool in the cave but a bead of sweat trickles down my neck.
I’m getting light headed again.
All I can think is please someone say something.
At last the same voice that called for Mary Magdalene to be stoned breaks the silence, “Yes. As you say, we need to pray and allow the truth to be revealed. None of us know what to do or say in a situation like this.”
You begin, “Our Father, who art in Heaven…”
And the entire cave joins in.
Now the hair is standing up on the back of my neck, no longer in fear, but in anticipation and exhilaration!
As you pray I keep wondering could it be true. Could Jesus really be alive?
The cave echoes “Amen and Amen” as you finish the prayer.
Stopped In My Tracks
I first heard Jesus say that prayer a couple years ago. It was powerful then, and more so now. Inspired, I turn toward the mouth of the cave. As I take my first running step my arm gets jerked behind me and I’m spun back face to face with you.
“What? Why did you grab me?”
“You can’t go.”
“What do you mean I can’t go? And how do you know where I was going?”
“I know you better than you know yourself.”
“No you don’t.”
“You were going to try to find Jesus.”
“And why can’t I?”
“Because we just prayed.”
“I know we prayed, that’s what made me want to go find Him. I started to believe He is alive.”
“We have to wait now.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“We must. The others are now looking for us to guide them and we must trust that if Jesus is alive, He, or someone close to Him, will come tell us. They know we are here.”
“Well . . . we could . . . act as intermediaries between His disciples and everyone here in the cave. That way the others could stay here and be safe. And we can go interview the Marys and get more information.”
“Come on, don’t you want to know? Aren’t you curious?”
“Well of course.”
“I knew you did. So why can’t we go?”
“Because Jesus would want us to stay here, take care of the others in the cave and keep them safe. If we leave, some of them will want to follow us, and that could get them killed. Would Jesus want that?”
“Okay, I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Now we have to trust that if He is alive the truth will be revealed. So . . . what are we gonna do in the mean time?”
You look over at your family, gathered against the back of the cave. Your sisters, both young moms holding their babies, your Grandmother bent with age, standing.
I sense a move coming. “Can we at least move closer to the mouth of the cave so if someone comes with news we can be at the front, instead of the back of the line in hearing it?”
You shake your head.
“No? Why not?”
You don’t even bother to answer me. Your cousin has gathered the rest of your family. Quietly you take your Grandmother’s hand to help her. Without speaking, we move as a group to an opening in the side of the cave, away from the mass of people at the back, but no closer to the front. Once through the small entrance, it reveals a large open area, like a cave within a cave. It’s much darker than the main cave, but is far more spacious. Plus, there are several small children with the group and this will reduce the chance that any soldiers would hear them playing and find the cave. If they did, everyone here would be in danger.
The thought of the soldiers reminds me of Pilate. I wonder what he and his the soldiers will do if Jesus is alive. He was the one that stood Jesus out on the Gabbatha (Stone Pavement) in his palace and allowed the crowd to insist on crucifying him. I wonder how Rome will react to that if Jesus is alive.
A wave of doubt washes over me. The excitement of moments ago, ebbs and I’m again questioning how He could be alive.
If I could just sneak out and talk to Mary. . .
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The Entire Trust Series:
- Post #1: What Truly Matters In 2017
- Post #2: Why Trust Matters In Our Lives in 2017 And How To Start Building Trust
- Post #1: How Trust Effects Lives – Are You Ready To Grow Your Trust?
- Post #2: Can We Trust God on Maundy Thursday?
- Post #3: Trust On A Saturday, The Day After Good Friday
- Post #4: Trust Come Sunday Morning – Shattered or Sacred?
- Post #5: Trust Come Sunday Morning Continued #6 in the Trust Series