This traveler is acting very weird. The first thing he did when he drew near us was ask us what we were talking about, nosy much? Like, we were already bummed out about Jesus's death, but having to explain it to a stranger and sort of relive it made it hurt more. I looked at him, eyes downcast, and questioned him in an irritated tone, "Are you the only visitor to Jerusalem who does not know of the things that have taken place there in these days?" The man kept looking at me, never taking his eyes off mine, and asked "What sort of things?" This man was starting to get annoying because he was making me have to think about Jesus's death all over again.
I had to tell it to him straight.
"This things that happened to Jesus the Nazarene, who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, how our chief priests and rulers both handed him over to a sentence of death and crucified him. But we were hoping that he would be the one to redeem Israel; and besides all this, it is now the third day since this took place. Some women from our group, however, have astounded us: they were at the tomb early in the morning and did not find his body; they came back and reported that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who announced that he was alive. Then some of those with us went to the tomb early in the morning and did not find his body; they came back and reported that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who announced that he was alive. Then some of those with us went to the tomb and found things just as the women had described, but him they did not see."
There was my rant, and I felt bad saying it, because how could a man possibly come back from the dead? I was just mad. I felt abandoned, and was tired of hoping for a miracle...
I just hope I didn't offend our guest. Here's a picture of him, now I guess I'll wait to see how he responds to my rant.
#uhoh #angry #strangers #jesus #salvation #WhereIsTheLord?
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