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There isn't much in the Gospels about the days following Jesus' death. Were they making plans for how to move on? Were they trying to remember everything Jesus said to get a hint at how to proceed? Were they wondering if they'd been on the wrong team all along? Were all the people who had supported Jesus on Palm Sunday completely flabbergasted at the trial that had happened so fast they didn't even have time to figure out if they were still going to support Jesus or not?

The answer is, we don't really know.

Interestingly, we have a more detailed account of what things were like for the Nephites and the Lamanites while Jesus was dead. It was dark. People were devastated. They were not shocked -- they had been warned that these things would happen, and now they were seeing the fulfillment of those prophecies.

In either case, it was a terrible time. The apostles lost their dear friend and leader and their sense of direction. The Nephites lost their cities, their families, and their confidence. The future looked bleak for all of them.

But Sunday was going to come.

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