Huddled in an upper room, confused, dejected, embarrassed, the 11 remaining disciples hid out, wondering what had just happened. Their leader, the man they believed to be God, to be Messiah, to be the Savior, had just been horribly crucified and was left dead, in a tomb.
The disciples didn't really know where to go from there. Did they stay in hiding, for fear that the powers that be decide to come after them as well? Did they stay together and try to piece together what Christ said? Or, should they disband and go home?
Saturday was a somber day. They felt discouraged, in their rabbi, and in themselves for so easily being swayed to abandon Him when times got rough. It was a quiet day, made for reflections and hushed conversations. It was a day that they just had to get through.
For Jesus, it was a day of waiting. He knew the outcome, He had just made it through the hard part. Jesus, the Spirit and the Father were just waiting for when Christ would appear again to the world. Christ had died, but the sacrifice, the road to humanity's salvation would not be complete till Christ came out of the tomb, alive. That would be the great defeat of death, of Satan.
Satan was rejoicing in Hell. Satan had Saturday to believe that he had won, that God was defeated. He hooped and hollered, He did his victory dance! God wasn't all that powerful after all! It only took Satan working in the hearts of the Jewish leaders, greasing a few palms, and chopping down some timbers to fashion a cross. Evil had its day.
Somber Saturday, the players were in their spots, emotions were high for all parties, and the countdown to Sunday morning was on. Sunday would be a day that would literally change the world forever. It would be the most important day in all time. It would be the day the prophets foretold, the day that Christ told his disciples to prepare for. Somber Saturday, would lead to Easter Sunday!
-JLP-
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