Why Aren’t We Singing?

He came singing love.
He lived singing love.
He died singing love.
He rose in silence.
(If the song is to continue, we must do the singing)

Picture the mood of the disciples on Easter Saturday. They had loved Jesus. They had left everything to follow Him. In Him they had experienced God’s presence and God’s love as never before. He had called forth something grand from deep within them. They had begun to come alive with a new sensitivity to God’s creation, a new sense of purpose in life. They had seen Him heal the sick. They had begun to sense the presence of this power of healing in themselves. And then came the Palm Sunday and the glory march into Jerusalem, where they expected it all to climax with Jesus’ coronation. Instead, He had been crucified. He had been executed in a most brutal, painful way. The walls came tumbling down, and now, unbelievable insult had been added…