Can you imagine the questions the disciples were asking themselves and each other at this moment, "Did I/we hitch our wagon to the wrong star?" They had to wonder since they had no where to go and nothing to hold on to. Christ was dead and he took all their hopes and dreams with him into that tomb. They had to wonder if they were the next ones who would be put into that tomb.
I'm sure that they knew they wanted to hide where they could never be found again and deal with their own anxieties and uncertainties. They had bet on something that had fallen through. They had chosen wrongly; and now their own survival was at stake. Their world had completely fallen apart. What would they do next?
We've all been there in different doses. No one wants to live there on a permanent residence. Psalms 30 says, "Weeping endureth for a night but joy cometh in the morning." I have a feeling that they saw no let up in their weeping on that Saturday of Holy Week!
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