There’s a day between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. Which is, big shocker, Saturday! Today, as I was enjoying the sun and the knowledge of what comes after Jesus’ death, I had this thought:
What was it like on THAT Saturday?
Jesus was in the tomb. Judas was dead, having not only betrayed Christ, but also his friends and brothers. Peter must have been replaying those denials, over and over in his head, wishing he had said something different. Crying ‘if only’. Barabbas was released. Almost every disciple had to grapple with reality that they abandoned their leader in His time of crisis. The pharisees had won.
Despite knowing the prophecies and having heard Jesus tell them over and over again what was going to happen, the disciples thought their Savior was dead. Forever. At that point, despite having seen Lazarus rise from the grave, death …. was final.
Picture a night when it’s windy and rainy and the clouds cover the moon and the stars. I bet that’s what that Saturday was like, maybe literally, but definitely figuratively.
It’s not an exaggeration to say we’ve all had those the-Saturday-between-death-and-life moments when everything seems completely and utterly destroyed. Slumped on the couch, dreams dissipated, humiliated, betrayed. We have no idea if and when Sunday is coming. It looks so hopeless. Despite the promises of God’s love and peace and joy, it’s so easy to forget and not understand.
What was it like that day? I think looking at our own reactions to betrayal, to our sin, to losing someone we love, to being defeated – that’s how they felt. Even though they did know, even though we do know.
But then Sunday morning dawns.
“Forever” by Kari jobe
The ground began to shake
The stone was rolled away
His perfect love could not be overcome
Now death where is your sting
Our resurrected King has rendered you defeated
Suddenly, everything made sense. Like that overused “a light bulb blinked on in my head”, the Old Testament prophecies, the suffering, the death…all of the puzzle pieces came together to create joy like nothing else could.
Jesus rose from the dead.
Think about that for a second. Jesus. Rose. From. The. Dead. The Bible says he descended unto hell and defeated the devil, which means that sucker has no more power. NO. MATTER. OUR. SIN. We can come boldly to the throne of grace and be saved!
When Jesus rose, Friday’s agony made sense. Saturday’s tears were wiped away. Both days’ traumas were healed by Sunday’s resurrection and what it means.
Sometimes Saturday seems like it lasts forever. Sometimes it’s days, or weeks, or years. The tears and the hurts and consequences and the doubt seem to drag on forever.
But Sunday is coming.
He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth. ~ Isaiah 25:8