Good Friday

So the story goes...

Last friday Jesus rode into town on a donkey. The people cheered and praised him with palm branches. I don't understand why they did not noticed he was riding a donkey? This was a subtle hint that he was coming in peace, not force. He had no weapons, no soldiers...
He did not do what the people wanted him to do. He did not rise up and take his place as King, the way they expected him to do.
They lost faith in their savior.

This is the day Jesus hung on the cross, bleeding from his head, hands, feet and side. "Forgive them Lord, for they no not what they do."
This is fact.
Not a made up Christian story.
It REALLY happened.
Ask any historian, they'll tell you.
He was a real man and he died on a cross, as a criminal.

But where did he go? The three days before he rose from the dead. Where was he then?
This is the question that will be on my lips when I see him.

This is the part that is up for debate.
Was Jesus the massiah? The son of God?
This question may not even form in your mind if you can't even believe in a higher being than yourself. God.
It's a struggle. I know. I've been there.
It's hard to believe in something you can't see. Afraid to follow the masses.
Don't want to be wrong.
But what if you are wrong in not believing?
Faith? What is that?
A word Christians use to fill in the gaps for the things they can't explain.
no.
You have faith already.
You already believe in things you can not see.

Why is this one so hard?

It's your journey. Your search for answers. Is someone with you? Or are you all alone?
Will you go to Heaven when you die? Is there a Heaven?
Do you even have a soul?
Do you have a brain, white and squishy to ponder the magnitude of space?

It's good friday.
At least consider it.