We Had Hoped
They were devastated. The men walked in silence as they made their way to Emmaus. Their hearts were breaking and they knew that their lives would never again be the same. Jesus had just been brutally crucified.
One of them broke the silence. He turned to his friend and voiced what had hovered in their thoughts for three days. "We
thought he was the one. " How crushed they felt as they shared their hearts. Everything - their life, their hopes, their dreams, their goals - hung on this one man. He had let them down.
They were followers of Jesus. They were passionate about and for Him. They watched him with pride as they knew that he would be the one who would save the Israelites from the cruel government that now ruled the land. It was prophesied in the Old Testament about this man who would rescue them. They KNEW, KNEW KNEW that this man - this carpenter from Nazareth was the answer to their hearts cry.
Then one day, it happened. They watched in breathlessness while Jesus - a mass of blood and flesh bowed his head and said, " Father forgive them." In shock and utter disbelief they stared at each other. He was supposed to save himself so that he could save others! He had walked around for three years, doing miracles showing signs and wonders through his mere words or gentle touch. He had saved himself before. Why not now? Why didn't he call fire from heaven? Why didn't he perform an amazing miracle of coming down off that cross victoriously showing the world that NOTHING could stop him - that he was invincible? He could have done that. He had the power in his grasp. Why then did he choose to die?