That Saturday They Lived

There is a lot of church tradition centering upon Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Easter Sunday. 

But what about that Saturday?

While I'm aware some churches do uphold the tradition of Holy Saturday, I often wonder if there's anything we could ever truly do as a body of believers to capture the essence of what that Saturday must have been like. 

When you go through a hard workout, you always feel pain worst the next morning. 

Can you imagine the raw, sore conditions of their hearts the morning after? Mary has had some hours to process how she has witnessed the brutal death of her son. Her little boy. Her baby. It doesn't matter if the baby daddy is God - that was her little child. It doesn't matter if she understood what was to come - try to fathom the physical horrors her eyes took in on Friday, and then tell her to go on and live through Saturday. 

Mary Magdalene or Peter - what they saw their friend go though. And for what? They did not yet understand that part.  Go ahead and tell them to eat, rest and recover. How could someone heal from watching a ceremonious murder of your best friend? 

Disappointment, hurt and loss are always worse the morning after. When the dust settles. When you take stock of what is left and realize that such a giant piece of your heart is missing, it all but physically

Oh, the tremendous emotions they all must have been experiencing that Saturday. 

Perhaps you lived through a dark Saturday today. Maybe your life feels as if it is just one huge, long Saturday of pain, dead, doubt and loss .

Next time you're stuck in your Saturday, look toward your Sunday. Remember, He is risen. 

So put on that brave face and arise.