Saturday

I love Easter.

I even like Good Friday. I treated it a lot more seriously this year. A lot of time this day gets looked over. Easter is happier and it has candy. But Good Friday is just as important to me as Sunday. I even wore black all day. Not everyone has to. It was just for me. A symbol of my reverence for what happened that day.
Easter was spent with family. Instead of black, I wore hot pink. The sun was out. It was a happy day.

But have you ever thought about Saturday?

We don't. In the 21st century, its just a break to do cooking for Sunday.

But think about it. Think about being one of Jesus' disciples. Or a follower watching Him die on the cross on Friday. As the stone rolls over the tomb and stops with a thud, imagine that despair that comes with that... the finality of it. This man you had just devoted your life to and loved and built relationship with is dead. Everything you believed is over, or so you think.

All hope has vanished.

It isn't until Sunday when your hope is restored and all is well again. You realize it isn't over. Happiness is back.

But that Saturday.... Man... I cannot imagine. I take hope through Christ for granted. We all do. We never experienced Saturday. Even in our soul's darkest hour, we have the hope of Jesus. We never have to experience the despair they did.

That is amazing. We have hope forever. We never have to experience Saturday.

1 Peter 1:3 

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to His great mercy, He has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead."