The Longest Saturday . . .

Have you ever had all of your hope torn away,

no seriously, what you had waited all of your life for

you get it, then it's drastically ripped from you

Now you sit.

Not sure which is more

the pain of losing it all, or

the sheer confusion of what you had invested your life in possibly being a lie

It all seemed to make since,

all the signs seemed to be there,

everything was going so well,

I swore that this was it, this is what it's all about.

I've given up my career,

I've left my family,

I've traveled hundreds of miles

and now I'm homeless, helpless,

and sitting in a room with hundreds of others just as confused

So many I thought were with us abandon us.

They ran away and hid as soon as it started to go down.

So many ran and hid.

I can't say much, I ran the fastest.

I was out first.

If I would have stayed, could I have helped?

Is this my fault?

Thoughts flood my mind,

If they killed Him, and He was more powerful,

How can we stop them from killing us?

Was He really "the messiah"?

I know I saw Him do miracles, I saw it . . . didn't I?

Did I make this up?

This seems just like a bad dream, and I just want to wake up.

Please don't tell me this is reality.

Can I go back home?

What about everything I left?

If this was everything I thought was real, can I trust anything?

What is real?

What can I do when all hope is gone?

I guess today I'll just try to stay hidden, I'll try to stay safe,

Today, I have no idea what do,

Today I'll just cry, ask questions, and try to sleep it away,

Maybe tomorrow I'll have more strength,

Maybe some time will pass and some light will be shed on the situation,

Today I've got nothing . . . maybe tomorrow.

Maybe.

Then Jesus told them,

"This very night you will all fall away on account of me, for it is written:

" 'I will strike the shepherd,

and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.'. . . - Matthew 26:31