Voices of the Passion and Easter - the Women

I have imagined the reactions and thought processes of those people involved in the Good Friday and Easter narrative.

I hope that it will assist you to meditate on these events with fresh thoughts.

We had followed Jesus, the Chosen One, as He had travelled around Galilee – giving out to Him what He required out of what we had. It did not matter whether we were rich or poor, each of us gave according to what God had blessed us with. As He had given us the Good News, the least we could do is share of the earthly goods we had. In the hands of the Rabbi, there was always more than enough resources to go around.
It was a privilege that we followed him down to Jerusalem so that we could welcome Him into the city. We sang out our ‘Hosanna’s and ‘’Blessed is the One who comes in the name of the Lord’. There was an expectation that the promises of the coming kingdom would finally be coming true.
We were then so shocked to hear that Jesus had been arrested, but there was nothing that we could do but support Him still. It was with a steely resolution that we lined the way as He carried His cross from Pilate’s palace to the grim place of execution.
There was despair in the crowd as it was felt that the hopes and dreams that we had seemed to vanish like the morning mist. We started to weep and wail, almost as much for ourselves as for Him. In His struggle up the street with the heavy burden of the cross on His back, His primary concern was not for Himself but for us. He counselled us to save our tears for greater calamities would fall on us when Jerusalem would be ransacked in the future.
We too walked up the street where He had dragged His cross to the place where the soldiers nailed Him to His beam. We stood together under His upraised body- united in our bereavement, wondering if we had committed our lives to the right cause. There had been leaders of revolutions in the past as there would be in the future, so had we followed yet another failed attempt to change the world? As His breath exhaled for the last time, there seemed to be an air of finality – the end of the journey.
As a matter of respect, we went to the tomb on the third day to embalm the body of the Rabbi whose teaching was powerful and whose life was cut short. It appeared that His influence would be limited to our small country. However, we were surprised by two angels in radiant garments declaring ‘Why are you looking for the living among the dead?’ ’
Jesus had fulfilled His promise to conquer sin and death. The Promised One was alive, still giving us more than we could give to Him – bringing surety to replace our uncertainty, impacting the whole world beyond what we could possibly imagine.