The day the Christ was dead. The day of the tomb. The day of fear. The day of betrayal. The day of dissolution. The first day of the end.
Unsealed readers, I don't know if I have ever heard preaching on this subject but perhaps this is a word the Lord has given me, birthed from the lowest point in my life. The moment when God seems to be gone, Holy Saturday. Launched that agonizing moment on the Cross when Jesus cried out, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" Saturday, minus the physical horror of the cross is in some ways the darkest day of all. This is the day that Jesus' body lay in the tomb.
To the followers of Christ, this must have been the worst day of their lives. Think about it for a minute, forget your knowledge of the Resurrection, forget that you know the end of the story, simply go to the upper room with me and imagine.
Their friend Judas had betrayed the Lord and was gone. He had fallen prey to the lies of the Devil himself. With Jesus out of the way, the poor disciples who had cast out demons in Jesus name must surely know that the hoards of Hell were coming after them. With Jesus dead, they would be fresh meat for the demons.
Judas was the caretaker of the money for the group and it stands to reason he would have taken all of their funds with him when he left. So they are broke, with a price on their heads, and they are trapped. They have no way to pay off anyone to help them escape, how are they going to get food? The followers of Jesus had scattered and the people of Jerusalem had called for the Lord's Crucifixion, without funds there is no one to help them.
Jesus had predicted his own death about a dozen times, but from all accounts, His words seem to have been hidden from the Apostles. It was like Jesus had spoken in code and they had not heard or understood what He was saying. There had been no Pentecost, there was no Holy Spirit speaking to them, they were totally in the dark. This is demonstrated by their disbelief on Easter morning and Thomas' rejection of the testimony of the ten. So I do not believe that they took comfort and hope that Jesus would rise again, this Saturday did not serve that purpose.
|Curled Up in Grief|
I believe we all have Holy Saturdays in our lives. Our dreams, hopes, aspirations and loved ones are taken away on Friday. We curl up in hiding, mourning, and fear on Saturday. Saturday is lonely and scary but take heart Sunday is on the way. On Sunday there is victory, new life, and resurrection! Praise God.