On that first Good Friday, Jesus’ life seemed to have been in vain. The powers of fear and death had done their worst. He had died a shameful death. But Friday is not the end of the story and the power of fear did not have the last word. On Good Friday, all of his work and teaching and healing seemed to have been for naught. The powers of death had decided that he was a threat and so they had snuffed him out, with little more thought than you might give to squashing a bug. But Friday is not the end of the story and the power of fear did not have the last word. On Good Friday, his disciples were scattered and dispirited, discouraged and afraid. They thought his life had been in vain, and that their lives might also have been in vain. But Friday is not the end of the story and the power of fear did not have the last word.