Micah raced to him in anticipation of seeing Yeshua by his side. Joseph rode alone. “It is done. Finished. They did just as you said,” Joseph reported flatly. Then he wept into his hands. “He’s dead?” cried Micah. “Peter, James, the others…they…” Joseph lifted his tearstained face and said, “They came just after the guards fell asleep. They must have been waiting, watching. Even as I entered the sepulcher, they came with some others I did not recognize. Several of them overpowered me and held me while they removed his body. “I begged them to let me attend to him,” Joseph said plaintively. “They laughed, pouring the contents of the flask you left for him into the dirt. Then they took him away. Those who remained, encircled the sepulcher and, as others approached upon hearing the commotion, these liars began shouting in ecstasy, crying out tales of Yeshua rising to the heavens.” Micah could not believe what he was hearing, “The people believed them?” he asked incredulously.
