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