For at least some of the followers of Jesus, maybe the worst day was the third one, Sunday, which for the Jews was like our Monday, with everything around them returning so completely to normal that it was impossible to believe that either his life or his death was going to make any difference to the world at all. When they were suddenly afraid that the whole business of his life had not really added up to much.

He had made great promises and great claims, and a number of people had placed all their greatest hopes in him. But now he was dead.

from The Magnificent Defeat