Ecclesiastes 7:15 - “ In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these: the righteous perishing in their righteousness, and the wicked living long in their wickedness.”
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Today is raw. The sun shines bright, but it is a cruel sun, providing no heat as the biting wind blows and saps your warmth.
Today is desolate. Harsh ringing in your ears from the echoes of the crowds causes your head to pound. Their cruel words mock your spirit.
Today is hopeless. Your Teacher has been killed, His life destroyed. Wickedness rules. The authorities prowl like ravenous lions, searching for His believers.
Today is utter isolation. Friends have scattered and deserted you. Every man for himself.
There is nothing in the Bible, in all of the Gospels, about this day. The day when Christ lies dead in the tomb. We find no comfort, no joy, no consolation. The glory of His triumphant entry into Jerusalem just six days ago is now gone; it was not the entry of a king, but a cruel joke of false honor.
We sit today in question of our faith. Was He just a man, a mere mortal who spoke kindly and brought forth some kind of magic? Certainly the Son of God could not be dead! He would have destroyed His killers, crushed the tomb and returned to health, whole and pure as if no wounds had been placed on Him.
Evil laughs.
Friends are in fear.
A mother mourns the death of her son.
Is all hope lost? Was His life meaningless?
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