The day between the day of Christ’s death on the Cross and the day of His resurrection was a day of mourning. A day of no hope. As the Holy Spirit had yet to quicken the minds and hearts of the disciples – not yet Apostles – they were unable to comprehend all that Jesus had foretold about His death and resurrection.
On a day set aside for the total devotion of one’s self to God, His glory, His sovereign work in the world, the disciples sat, most likely, befuddled and in hiding rather than in the Temple.
We take Saturday for granted. We’ve heard for years that Sunday’s Coming. Did you even remember that the famous sermon was preached by Tony Campolo, often maligned by conservatives for “liberality?”
Never mind that. It’s off the point.
The disciples spent their day of worship ignorant of the Lord’s plans and thus in fear of assault. They didn’t realize that in just over a month they would stand before Jerusalem with people gathered from the wide world and proclaim, “Therefore let all the house of Israel know with certainty that God has made this Jesus, whom YOU crucified, is both Lord and Christ.” Emphasis mine, though I strongly suspect that is pretty much how Peter proclaimed it. Moreover, they had no idea that all of them, save John, would willingly partake of the martyr’s death because they proclaimed this message to the wide world after it departed Jerusalem.
By virtue of our perspective, we are granted a day of celebration on Saturday. Good Friday and the memories of the crucifixion are past us, celebration of the resurrection is before us. Saturday is a day of ease for us.
Not for all of us, though. As time goes by, our lives get harder. Getting old isn’t for sissies. You’ve probably heard that said. Just past 41 now, I’m getting glimpses. As life goes on, I begin to long more and more for my resurrection day.
My good friend, CB Scott has written a post that tells of his being caught between this life and the next, and of his lovely wife Karen, who struggles against MS.
This is a day of being caught between life and death. For me, the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter is a day of introspection. Caught between life and death and eternal life, I consider all that God has done and what He is doing. I look to the day of His ultimate accomplishment in me, when He relieves me of my bent to sin and releases me to life before Him alone.
It is a good day. I pray it is meaningful to you.