It was Sunday evening. Easter morning had come and gone, and the disciples had spent the entire day talking about the fact that Jesus had actually been raised from the dead. They were all fired up and making plans for how they were going to go out and spread the word of God and continue the ministry that Jesus had taught them to perform. Right?

Not quite.

As the sun went down Sunday evening, some of the disciples had gathered together. They were still hiding in a small room somewhere with the doors and windows closed and locked. Easter morning had come, but the disciples were still hiding, still overwhelmed by what happened at the end of the week, and still afraid that they might be the next ones to be arrested and killed. We can’t really blame them, can we? I mean, even with the stories…