Thoughts from Culhwch

How do I imagine what they felt? Barely rested. hardly awake. Their savior dead. Was it all a lie? They must have wondered. They must have felt dejected, maybe like a lover rejected. They must have longed to see his face, to see their savior again. But could they bring themselves to confront a very real death? Could they confront the loss of their hopes and dreams? What would they do now? What would they try next? Maybe they should rebel, throw off the Roman oppression. Maybe they should just get on with their lives, start fishing again. Maybe it was all wrong anyway. They were just testing fate to see if Rome was the big bad giant they imagined. But where did this courage come from? This tiny bit of courage that felt like nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It was there; they could just barely feel it. What tempted them to believe that it wasn’t over yet? Why didn’t they just all leave? Why was it that their hearts burned within when they were near him? Why did it seem like Christ was so much more than they could ever comprehend? Why, when he was dead, did this nagging hope keep percolating through their thoughts? This is it. It’s time to decide what we are doing here. How do we continue His ministry? What do make of his promises?