Today they hid. Today they shunned the crowds that had once followed them, swarmed them, thanked them. Today no one wanted them but their enemies. Today the voice that had stirred their hearts and calmed their fears was silent. The hope of ages that had walked beside them, ate with them, laughed with them, and comforted them, was absent. Worse. He was dead. Slain. He was betrayed and defamed. Mocked and ridiculed, then tortured and murdered in cold blood for all to see. Yesterday was brutal. Yesterday was intense. Today was numb. Cold and silent. Today was empty.
They did not grasp that the sin which fouled their performance, that held them guilty before the bar of God, that sentenced their soul to eternal death for rebellion against the Almighty, had been expunged. Washed away. Stricken from the record. They did not know that they had been bought with a price, ransomed from the grave, purchased out of slavery. They could not conceive that the very event that was crushing their heart into oblivion was the most unspeakably beautiful act of love ever carried out. That with this one stroke, God had dealt their enemy a fatal blow, never to recover. Tomorrow would declare it. Tomorrow would extol it. Tomorrow would be the point upon which history would forever turn. Today the ruptured seed was hidden, and the sprout still pushed unseen beneath the ground. But oh, tomorrow when it would break!