A lot can happen in three days, right?
They had crucified the very one who was performing healing miracles and calling out their sins with such gentleness they could not help but want to know Him better.
The Romans may have run the crucifixion, but it was the temple leaders who wanted Jesus dead. A previously dead Lazarus walking around was more than the synagogue leadership could bear. They had to do something... fast.
Sometimes it is hard to imagine Jesus going from the triumphal entry to the cross in a matter of days. It must have been an emotional rollercoaster for everyone, including Him.
He tried to prepare them.
"And he began to teach them that the Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders and the chief priests and the scribes and be killed, and after three days rise again." -Mark 8:31
They could not fathom it, until it was unfolding before them.
On Saturday, they were hiding in fear. They felt lost, broken and exhausted. The grief in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. What now?
At the same time, satan is getting nervous. (I chose not to capitalize his name.) He knew the prophecy. The anxiety must have been as thick. What would three days bring?
Sunday is coming! Bring it ono!!!
Today, I am grateful for 3 days.
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