From what I heard, Jesus made His way up to the Garden of Gethsemane with His disciples after they had eaten, and went on His own to pray. He was upset, because He was sweating blood, according to one of the disciples. After a while, the group of soldiers and religious leaders I had seen earlier arrived, headed by one of Jesus’ disciples! They arrested Jesus, and His disciples fled.
When the group reached the city, I saw them. The soldiers were leading Jesus as if He were a violent criminal. Yet Jesus did not protest, but rather stood meekly before the crowd. What followed I can only describe as brutal. Jesus spent the night being ferried back and forth between Pontius Pilate and Herod and the religious leaders, with the religious leaders calling for Jesus to be executed! Their charges were made up, and Jesus still did not respond…except for one time that I heard, when He confirmed that He was God, as I still believed. Why didn’t Jesus crush them? Couldn’t Jesus, God Himself, protect Himself? Yet He didn’t. He could have, but He didn’t. I wondered why as the night went on.
Pilate, the windbag, finally handed Jesus over to be crucified. How horrible! Jesus was whipped, beaten, mocked, and crucified before my eyes. It was confusing to see God being tortured by people! The crowd pressed around me, so I couldn’t see any more.
Hours later, Jesus died on a crude Roman cross. I know the moment He died, because right when He did, there was a huge earthquake and the sky went dark. I wasn’t surprised. Soon, a rich man named Joseph of Arimathea took Jesus down and buried Him in his own tomb. It was painful to watch my God, my Messiah, Jesus, be buried! I saw the tomb, but had to hurry home before the Passover started.
A couple days passed in misery. I didn’t know what to do. Jesus’ disciples were holed up in some room in Jerusalem somewhere. But then, this morning, one of Jesus’ disciples, a woman, came yelling that Jesus was alive! I was suspicious, but I went to the tomb. Sure enough, it was empty! But I didn’t know what to think.
About 500 of Jesus’ followers gathered to discuss the rumors. Then, right there, Jesus was standing among us! We all saw Him! It was Jesus, fully alive! Then we all remembered His words: He had predicted His death, but also His Resurrection! Any doubt we had felt was gone!
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