It was waiting time. The first night had come and gone… those who believed waited but it was appearing to be in vain. It’s important to keep hope alive; but that was not the attitude of those who awaited the outcome of the crucifixion.
One of the disciples, a member of the inner circle had made a declarative statement: “I’m going back to fishing…” Others joined in and followed. All hope seemed lost, the once rising star has stopped shining. The once prospecting venture is now on hold. The road which was once believed to lead to the next level is now but a cul de sac.
What do you do when you can’t see your way through? Where do you go when the ones you thought had the answers are the ones asking the questions? What do you do when the one that cared enough to put a smile on your face is the one causing you pain?