I hardly know what to write. Yesterday was such a terrible, black day.
You remember the man I’ve been telling you about? The teacher who claimed to be from God? He’s been executed. He’s dead.
Everything happened so fast. He was arrested sometime during the night, and apparently there was a mob and a sham of a trial, and the next thing we knew, he was hanging on a cross out there on Golgotha.
Strange things happened yesterday–and just at the time he died. Unusual darkness. An earthquake. Some trouble at the Temple (the details I’ve heard are unbelievable, impossible, so I still need to find out what the truth is about that incident). And some people are telling wild tales about ghosts walking the streets of the city.
Whoever or whatever he really was, his death seemed to shake heaven and earth.
But all that’s left now is this heavy, hopeless sadness. Evil wins. Again.
The chorus of the old hymn has been running through my mind as a prayer the last few days – “Lest I forget Gethsemane, lest I forget Thine agony, lest I forget Thy love for me, lead me to Calvary.” Your post was a step in that direction! Thank you.