In between the tomb and the reveal was time.
Time spent in flustered confusion.
Waterworks of weeping.
Not only over the One nailed to the tree, but also for their betraying brother who ended his life distraught over his part in harming the One they all loved.
They lost Judas too.
They didn’t yet get that Jesus wasn’t lost forever.
The big question everyone was either speaking about loud or in the forefront of their minds:
If Jesus was who He said He was, why did it have to go down that way?
Why the anguish, the suffering of Jesus?
Why did the people turn on Him, after all He did for them?
Why did Jesus speak about remembering Him, and the temple being restored after 3 days?
Why is all this happening, God?
Why didn’t I pay closer attention to Him while He was still with us?
Not that much has changed in 2000 years, has it?
If you are being honest too, we all hate to wait. Being stuck in that inbetween, that ‘limbo’ holding space between actions. Waiting for what we cannot always know is coming. Waiting with wavering faith, shed tears, shattered dreams.
Jesus can relate.
I believe He took that time, not necessarily because He had to but to show us He understands the tension in between, coz He’s been there.
His whole life on earth was just such a tension. Fully man & Fully God, waiting for His big reveal.
We have a Savior who has lived through all that humanity has to offer us here on earth.
He can relate.
Coz He has been there.
Instead of reminding us of what is about to come, we need to wait.
Remember the tension between reality and what we hope for yet to come.