Resurrection Sunday 2023 will be different. Anyone whose heart was broken over the outcome of the 2022 presidential elections can now understand how the disciples must have felt when the Liwanag (John 1:5) of all liwanag sa dilim was extinguished.

How could this have happened? Their leader was becoming popular by the day and then just like a Thanos snap, the very people that shouted hosanna, cast their vote for a murderer. What happened to the exciting H2H (Luke 10:1) and the rally-like multitudes? Were we not trending?

When the enemies succeeded (momentarily), the disciples were fearful that after the gloatfest, the bashers and the trolls might come for them (John 20:10). Three days later, history’s biggest spoiler thanks to Genesis 3 came to pass. But that was lost on the disciples and the men on Emmaus Road who were still processing the events when Jesus scared the daylights out of them. At least it took just three “short” days but they didn’t know something LIKE THAT was going to happen. They thought they were dead meat. Were some thinking of migrating? But after seeing the pierced One (Zech. 12:10, John 19:37), they were never the same again, even turning the world upside-down (Acts 17:6), or to be precise, right-side up almost overnight.

As I write this, it has been three days since my pink heart was broken in 31 million pieces. No, I don’t believe there will be a political resurrection. I have moved on but reflecting on the turn of events, I realized I developed an insight which would never have been possible if the landslide didn’t happen. I now have a deeper understanding of the discombobulation and fear of the disciples in hiding, especially of the one who was so cavalier to slice off a soldier’s ear (Mt. 26:50-53), only to be cowered by a mere identification of two unassuming girls (Mt. 26:69-75). I now have more than an inkling on how the three Marys and John must have felt standing on the foot of the cross and see their Hope slowly giving up the ghost (John 19:20-25). The accounts have ceased to be over-familiar stories. They have now become my emotional diary that will remind me how weeping may tarry for the night, but because my Savior lives, there will always be a morning after, and joy will accompany it (Ps. 30:5). Praise be the Name of the Lord.