Lost amid the Easter celebrations (both religious and secular) and the solemn remembrances on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday is today, Saturday.
Christ was arrested on Thursday night. His trial and Passion began from that point. He was mocked and severely beaten. Nails were hammered into His body so He would hang on a wooden cross on Friday. He died after telling His Father He had completed His ministry.
His family and disciples had differing levels of belief in Him at that point. Yes, Jesus had raised several people from the dead in their sight. But this was far different. People had expected a Messiah who would lead a military fight against the Roman occupiers, not a Messiah who would die what was considered a shameful death (crucifixions were for criminals).
After Jesus died, His body was prepared for burial. One follower gave up the use of his own tomb. Thursday night and all of Friday had been exhausting both physically and emotionally. That’s on top of it having been a major holiday and the weekly sabbath.
Sunday’s unbelievable, totally awesome, totally miraculous resurrection had not happened at this time (Saturday mid-day). Jesus was dead. I’m sure His mother and friends were totally shell-shocked at this point. The Bible does not really tell us much about that Saturday, perhaps because it was a time of pause, of rest, of reflection between the crucifixion and the resurrection.
More than 2,000 years later we have the hindsight of history. We know the outcome of that Sunday morning. Jesus’ followers did not yet have that perspective. I often wonder what that Saturday was like for them. One day in Heaven I may ask them. Or by that time, I may not care as I will be in Heaven and in Jesus’ presence; what else would matter?
For now, this Saturday is a good time for reflection on what Christ did for us and what that means for our daily lives.