It's been a long day. The market was crazy, but somebody had to get the food and I needed a distraction. I can't stop thinking about Him. He was supposed to change things. Mary Magdala and some of the other guys claim that He came back to life and that they saw Him. They must be taking His death even harder than I am.
As I open the door, Peter comes running towards me. He says that they saw Jesus, alive. Great. Now they're all going crazy. I want to believe. He did hint at something like this now that I think about it. Who am I kidding? He dead.
One week later…
They still won't admit that they're wrong. They're getting a little annoying. I need to go for a walk. I turn around to tell Peter I'm heading out and behind Him I see Jesus. They were right. Thank God they were right.