How was that Saturday? The day before the Romans had crucified Jesus as if He were a dangerous criminal. The Jewish religious leaders had wanted Him dead. They had what they wanted when Saturday dawned. What about the disciples? Where were they on that Saturday?
It was the Sabbath. Not many would be out that day. For that, I suppose they were thankful. It meant that hiding would be easier than on a regular day. Were they afraid that day? Who did they fear more–the Romans or the Jewish leaders? What were they thinking? Did they feel shame? For certain, Peter did. What about the others? All but John had watched from a distance.Was John looking for them to tell them all that had happened? I wonder if the weather was like it is today in Northwest Florida–clouds and rain to match their feelings of dread and despair.
But Sunday was coming. The Cross was yesterday. The Empty Grave would be tomorrow.
Today we live between the Ressurection and Consummation–between a single empty grave and many empty graves. This period is our Saturday.
Some disciples face death. Many face persecution. Some face illness. Others needlessly carry the shame and guilt that Jesus has already taken away. Despite the uncertainties of our present Saturday, we face tomorrow with hope, because we look back toward a Sunday with an empty grave. A perfect Sunday is coming.