Trust On A Saturday????
Whewwww! We didn’t fall off the cliff and into the river below! But I’m hoping you did experience the emotions of being caught in a very difficult situation with no where to go and no way to forge ahead on your own.
If you didn’t, please click HERE to go back and re-read the previous post. Or if you are new to this blog or the Trust Series, please click on this link: Why Trust Matters in 2017 and go back to the first post. Otherwise you’ll be totally lost on our little field trip today.
Because today we are going to take a deviation from our 2017 trust walk to go back in time.
Roughly 2020 years back.
Trust Time Travel
Can you imagine how Jesus’ disciples and the thousands of followers who thought he was the “Messiah” felt today?
Today . . . the day after they had seen their so called “Savior” beaten almost unrecognizable, hung naked, yes naked, because that’s how the Romans did it, on a cross and then die a hideous death?
Talk about destroying ones trust!
How would you have felt?
Made a fool of?
I know I would have.
That experience would have been like living out the ultimate betrayal.
Walk A Mile In Their Shoes
Let’s put ourselves in their shoes and live it for a minute –
You’re sitting in the dark with your head in your hands. You’re sick to your stomach.
You can’t believe what’s going on.
The charismatic guy who said he was “the way, the truth, and the life” that you thought was going to save the world and oust the cruel Romans and their soldiers from your homeland – is dead.
The same guy you told all your family and friends about how amazing he was, a few hours ago was arrested, accused, beaten like a criminal, hung on a cross, and now . . . is dead.
And with him, your dreams.
Talk about an empty end to someone you thought was a hero.
Stone, cold, dead.
In a tomb, behind a rock that those same Roman Soldier’s rolled in place, and are now guarding.
And because you had been his follower, and truly believed in him – because you had witnessed miracle after miracle – you’re afraid for you own life!
Now instead of following “that guy” as he talked about God and healing, right and wrong, you had to run from the city last night to save your own skin and are hiding out in a cave, hoping no one finds you.
You can’t even grieve for the guy, that you really did care about, because you’re too confused and scared.
Pretty good way to destroy trust wouldn’t you say?
You swear you’ll never trust anyone again.
You’ve been lied to and deceived.
Neglected and abandoned.
At the very worst of times.
I can almost hear what’s going through your head right now, “I should have known better! Why did I listen to that guy? What a load of . . .”
But wait . . . didn’t he say something about having to die?
Oh no! There’s someone outside the cave. . .
I’ll stop talking so you can go find a better hiding place.
Let’s talk more tomorrow.
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