Though there is a profound ‘aloneness’ to Jesus’s Easter journey as he is forsaken on the cross, the whole story is shared with his friends – painful for them though it was.
It is a story of intimate fellowship (e.g. the footwashing) and extraordinary acceptance (betrayal of Judas, and those he is saving) and the unexpected gift of resurrection. This isn’t a gift to Jesus. It is a gift to us.
As Jess pointed to so clearly on Sunday, the opposite of life is life. One, which we prefix eternal, is accepted and lived out by some, alongside those who do not. There is no prefix for that life. Sometimes we call it existence, in a disparaging, but non-the-less accurate term. This second can be full and redeemable, if it is fuelled and touch by love, which heads off our natural tendency to be selfish. But, unless touched by resurrection, Jesus simply, without prefix, labels it death.
He came to die, but through it to kill death, that life (eternal life) might flourish in those individuals prepared to receive new birth through faith. Morticide / Resurrection.
The stone is rolled away. Step out of the tomb.