Sunday is Coming!

On my way to work yesterday, I passed by the biggest building in the community, the Synagogue.

I saw some bearded men dressed in a long priestly attire, talking in rambles. They seemed agitated. Heh, who cares, that was their thing anyway.

Later at noon, my elder brother called to tell me about an uproar going on in the area. His speech wasn't coherent, but I could pick up what he said.

"Do you remember the man that brought Kelvin's mum back to life 5 months ago?"

Yes I do.

Okay, the soldiers are dragging him through the streets with an unknown mob cheering them up.

What did he do?

No one knows, but they are taking him to the governor's quarters. We will hear the main reason there.

Please send me some videos and pictures of what is going on.

A lot of thoughts was swirling around in my head.
Why was this man taken by the soldiers?
He is a good man.

He gave us sandwich in the open air crusade he did the other day. That was the best sandwich I have ever had.

I quickly left my office and went down to the governor's quarters. Before I could get there, I heard that they have taken him to the place of the crucifixion.

Ah! What could he have done that was so bad?

I met up with my elder brother and we walked behind the soldiers who were flogging this homly, innocent and good-looking man.

Mixed reactions in the crowd. Most of these people do not stay in the community. Did they suddenly migrate here or were they paid to fuel the fire?

Making our way back from the crucifixion site for the second time today. I couldn't bear to see Mrs Mary in tears, especially Thelma, one of her daughters.

We have a thing going and this is the time she will need me the most. To be a shoulder to lean on.

I was livid when I saw some of the soldiers making fun of Jesus even as he hung lifeless on the cross. I wish I could put them in their place but...

Few of the men that walked with Jesus came to Mrs Mary's house at night. They came in looking over their shoulders, stayed for a while and left.

I know them. They know me too. We were always together anytime Jesus was teaching or performing miracles.

Jesus had always said that He will rise again after His death. We all had our fingers crossed, but burial plans was going on underground.

Mr and Mrs Joseph didn't doubt that Jesus will resurrect. His disciples were hopeful. Thelma was cryptic.

But me on the other hand, phew. I just wanted all of it to end.

He said He will resurrect three days after His death. Well, Sunday is Coming.