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John 20:19-30

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

If ever there was a sure thing, Jesus should have been it. I mean, this was the messiah, the one Israel had spent generations waiting for. He walked for miles, and spent his precious moments healing the sick, casting out demons, verballing challenging the religious institution, and raising the dead.

He was incredible. He should have been king.

Yet, here the disciples were. Their leader had been crucified- dying a shameful death reserved for the lowest of criminals. If Rome had their say, they were going to prove this Jesus of Galilee was no king.

The followers of the king now spent their fear drenched moments huddled together in a room filled with fear concerning the eventual onslaught of those who hunted them; the ones who sought to end this movement of the man from Galilee.

Fear was thick and tangible. Surrounding everyone, and filling each word and look.

We know this fear.

Every single day we’re told to be afraid. From crime rates, to unemployment, terrorism to isolation, we are a people living in fear.

We’re told to fear Isis. We’re reminded that we’re on the brink of nuclear war with an untold number of countries.

We’re told to be afraid of immigrants.

We’re afraid of sickness.

We’re afraid of loss.

We’re told to be afraid of the wealthy. We’re afraid of what we lack.