I Want To Know There Is More

The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Luke 23:55

It was always about following you. You asked your apostles to give up their careers and follow you. You asked a rich man to sell his possessions and follow you. You asked a grieving son to walk away from mourning and follow you.

These women followed you to the cross and to your tomb, without you asking.

These aren’t the bravest, strongest, most full of faith women of all time. These are the bravest, strongest, most full of faith disciples of all time.

Yes, they followed the Lord of healing. They followed the Lord of miracles. They followed the Lord of compassion. They followed the Lord of teaching. They followed you right to the cross. They followed when other disciples scattered. They followed, risking their own standing to the Roman authorities. They followed you to a hole in the ground.

At this point, you were not yet the Lord of the resurrection, but I have no doubt they believed you were. Why else would these women follow their leader to a tomb? They knew there was more.

That’s what I want. I want to know there is more. When I am overwhelmed with life, housework and duties, I want to know there is more. When grief wants to swallow me whole, I want to know there is more.  When anxiety grips me, I want to know there is more. When I am tempted and tested and tried, I want to know there is more.

Today, Jesus, I want to know there is more.

Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. Heb. 11:1