It’s Good Friday.

The day we remember the crucifixion and death of Jesus — the Son of God.

When we think about the disciples, we often remember their failures.

They ran away.

Peter denied Him.

One cut off a man’s ear.

They fell asleep in His darkest hour.

And besides John, they weren’t even there at the crucifixion.

Then they spent the next few days hiding in fear.

It’s easy to shake our heads at them.

But I’ve been thinking about something else today.

Imagine their grief.

They didn’t just follow Jesus.

They loved Him.

For three years, they walked beside Him.

They ate with Him.

Laughed with Him.

Watched Him heal the sick, calm storms, and raise the dead.

They believed He was the One.

And then… suddenly… He was gone.

Not just gone — crucified.

Humiliated.

Beaten.

Killed.

Imagine the silence after that.

No more voice.

No more presence.

No more walking down dusty roads together.

Just grief.

We cry and attend funerals for people who shaped only a portion of our lives.

But Jesus shaped everything for them.

Their purpose.

Their hope.

Their future.

And now it all felt lost.

The grief must have been suffocating.

So maybe they didn’t just run because they were afraid.

Maybe they ran because they were heartbroken.

This was not the way things were meant to be.

Maybe they hid because they didn’t know how to live in a world without Him.

And honestly… we’re not so different.

Many of us would have run too.

Many of us still hide.

We deny.

We fear.

We grieve.

Two thousand years later, humans still share that same experience of loss and sorrow.

So today, as we reflect on Good Friday…

Let’s remember not just the cross…

But the heartbreak.

The silence.

The grief of those who loved Him most.

Because before the resurrection…

There was real sorrow.

And that sorrow is something we all understand.

And so… here’s a song I wrote about that shared grief.

See you next Friday.