It was the day after the crucifixion. The disciples and those who knew, loved, and had been changed by Jesus were mourning. They were mad at the government, although it was the church behind his death. The governmental leaders might have preferred Barabbas.
They were broken-hearted. There were sobs, sighs, and silence. Some did not know what then would do when the sun came up the next day.
What next? Did they pray? Did they ponder who they would be without Jesus? Did they think they picked the wrong guy?
Saturday was silent... but "The Grave" was getting nervous. Soldiers were sent to guard the door of the tomb... the Government was getting nervous. There were believers in the ranks of the Centurions. Did they warn their leaders that they had witnessed Jesus's power over life and death?
Did anyone bring up Lazarus? How dead is too dead?
“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?” She said to him, “Yes, Lord; I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, who is coming into the world.”-John 11:25-27
Did they sit in silence? Were any of them waiting with hope? Did they think it was over? It was a Passover they would never forget. The worst one ever, or was it the best?
"Earth's saddest and gladdest day were just three days apart."
This is where I always suggest listening to Carmen's "Sunday's On the Way." It is from the 80's, but for me... it is Easter!
Today, I am grateful for silent Saturday.
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