It was over. He had failed. His mission had ended in utter disaster. Assigned the great honor and daunting responsibility of being the guardian angel to the Son of God, he had begun with vigilance, hope, and utter commitment, but his hands had been tied at every turn. 'Why, Lord, Why?' he groaned over and over as he grieved beside his master's body in the darkness of the tomb. Then he heard the voice of God speak again...