Where were you, Jesus, and what did you do?
For three long days after being crucified and buried, and until his resurrection, Jesus Christ’s whereabouts remain unknown.
Even the greatest theologians have no answer to the mystery. All they can do is speculate. One, let’s say educated guess is that Jesus descended into hell and “conquered the devil.”
I’m about as far from being a theological scholar as a one-eyed wombat on weed, but I strongly doubt that theory.
For one reason, in fact for tens of thousands of reasons, I think we have plenty of horrific historical evidence that the devil is far from conquered or vanquished or dead.
He is, in view of said documentation very much alive and among us, every day, in every way, oftentimes cleverly disguised but sometimes not so much, as in the guise of politicians.
A large stone had been rolled against the entrance of the tomb and Roman soldiers were posted outside in case Jesus’ disciples attempted to roll the stone away and remove the body. [Matthew 27:57-65]
The situation would appear to be impossible. Not even an Agatha Christie or a Raymond Chandler could solve this one.
But let’s get real here: Jesus could do anything — heal the sick, restore sight to the blind, turn water into wine, walk on water — that’s always been the best in my stoned wombat opinion.
So naturally he could come and go through walls as he pleased, as in fact he did later that day [John 20:19]. Or perhaps an angel rolled away the stone. It doesn’t matter, the point is that it was duly said, “He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him” [Mark 16:6]
So the mystery is not how he got out of the tomb, but where he went. It’s too bad, because that is one huge hole in the story of Jesus.
We know everything else: healing the sick, walking on water and so on and so forth, but I do sincerely wish someone, maybe Jesus Himself, could fill us in on those three missing days.