Passover

Today had to be the most depressing day in all of existence. The horror they witnessed still fresh in their minds. The guilt they must have felt for feeling helpless and like they should have done something. Jesus dead and in the grave. The disciples afraid to go out for fear they might be killed as well. Mary mourning the loss of her son and savior, the other women mourning with her. I can't even imagine the sun shone, had to be dark and dreary like a storm was coming any moment. I imagine they were playing events over and over again in their minds, trying to understand and believe what He'd said. No one had ever come back from the dead before. Even now my heart is sorrowful for them, for Him, for the world. BUT JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW!!!!