The Disciples were hiding in fear, wondering what would become of them, in what way does this make sense and what meaning did their lives have? Jesus appears to them and offers them peace. They rejoiced but then nothing came of it. He returned, offered them peace, they rejoiced but nothing happened. Of course, post-Pentecost, the rest is history. What is our response to this gift of peace? What fears keep us locked from being signs of God’s mercy and love on earth?