Alone

I don't typically write on Saturdays but I was thinking a lot this morning about how the disciples and Mary must have felt on Black Saturday so many years ago. Can you imagine watching Christ die? Watching Joseph put him in a tomb? Imagine the loneliness they must have felt. Then think about Christ's body alone in the tomb whilst his spirit went to conquer death and hell once and for all. (The Apostle's Creed "descended into hell" argument about his perhaps at a later date.) We truly do not know how to be that alone. So even in the midst of loneliness, heartache and grief there is One who has experienced it to a degree we cannot comprehend ready to walk with us through it.