Imaging the silence. And the short glances across the room. Boiling within each one were accusations toward the others but kept silenced only by their own feelings of guilt. No one dared talk about what might have been or what will be.
Jesus was dead. He was in the tomb. Their three-year-old expectations were shattered. Hope was gone. Despair was reality.
But Sunday morning will be so different!
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