That Sabbath Morning

It was Sabbath morning. The young man woke up and rolled over to look at his older brother who was sitting up, already awake. “I feel bad, said the young man, I feel bad about what we did yesterday.”

“What do you mean?” said the brother.

“I mean following that crowd and shouting ‘crucify him’ at that man. I was mad when he claimed to be Messiah and wasn’t. I wanted to show how I felt. But the Roman soldiers beat him bloody and then made him carry that cross. He was a stumbling mess! Today I'm not angry anymore; I feel like I did something very wrong. The man probably was just crazy, and I should not have shouted for the Romans to kill him.”

“Well,” said the older  brother with a laugh, “he said he would rise again in three days. If he does that, you can go ask him to forgive you.”

“If he does what he said, I will,” replied the young man. “I surely will ask him to forgive me.”