Looks likes a Lady(bug)

I was sitting in the cafeteria minding my own business—which probably meant keeping my head down, eating my cheese sandwich, and planning my exit strategy. I had no idea what was about to happen.

As they approach the tomb, they see that the stone has been rolled away. Has someone else come to anoint the body?

Dead…gone…hope is lost. All we hoped for is no more. What now? Numb silence. — Steve Fairbanks

“Unless there is a Good Friday in your life, there can be no Easter Sunday.” —Ven. Fulton Sheen—

As the disciples lounge, leaning toward the table with their feet behind them, away from the table, Jesus picks up a basin and towel. Perhaps we can imagine him walking behind each of his friends, picking up their dirty feet...