Simply Simon is you and he is me. Today, the anonymous day in between, we can identify with being simply Simon. He didn’t know there would be a resurrection. Sometimes, we doubt it.
I have posted this before.
Today is simply Saturday, the day between. We know very little about what happened on this day, but we can imagine. We can imagine a man, much like us. A man defeated, alone, miserable and afraid. This man, who was once called a rock, today thinks of himself as simply – Simon. Imagine him sitting in a strange house in a city not his own, staring out the window, seeing nothing but his own failure, and the loss of all of his hopes and dreams. I have felt this way at times, and perhaps you have also.
He thinks of the glorious promise that he has witnessed the past months, the miraculous and wonderful things he has seen and heard. He thinks of the Man who showed so much faith in him, the Man who has now gone, died, left them all alone, without hope…
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