46 Crying out in a loud voice, Jesus said, “Father, into your hands, I entrust my life.” After he said this, he breathed for the last time.

47 When the centurion saw what happened, he praised God, saying, “It’s really true: this man was righteous.” 48 All the crowds who had come together to see this event returned to their homes beating their chests after seeing what had happened. Luke 23:46-48

After Good Friday I often wonder what Saturday was like. The disciples were hiding. It was the Jewish Sabbath during the celebration of Passover. But the nation had just witnessed a great phenomenon. A popular rabbi claiming to be the King of the Jews suffered a humiliating death of dying on a cross between two thieves. During those final moments of His life, the earth seemed to groan and react violently to the events. There was an eclipse and an earthquake on that Good Friday. Even the unbelieving soldiers stopped and were confronted with this divine revelation, “It’s really true: this man was righteous.” The crowds who had just been mocking Jesus suddenly realized the horror of their actions. “All the crowds who had come together to see this event returned to their homes beating their chests after seeing what had happened.”

After witnessing those events what do you do? Could people just go back to everyday life? 

How could they? What was the chatter around the community well?

5 responses to “The Morning After”

  1. ansoniasalabasterbox Avatar

    Wonderfully thought provoking!

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    1. Keith Haney Avatar

      Thank you have a blessed Easter.

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  2. Kristy Speciale Avatar

    Wow! Gives me chills to think about!

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    1. Keith Haney Avatar

      It is a moment to pause and reflect

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  3. Vincent S Artale Jr Avatar

    Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging.

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