The inbetween day

Here is Saturday. The day after Good Friday, but the day before Resurrection Sunday.

Sometimes I try to imagine what the disciples were thinking and doing on this day. It must have been a day of great despair. Their friend, their leader, their companion, their Lord, had just been senselessly killed. And not just any death--but death by crucifixion, which had followed a horrible beating.

Did any of them recall his words that he would rise again? Did they remember the comfort he promised them and the love that would never end? Or was their grief so overwhelming that they could not be consoled?

I know that there are times in my life like that. Even when I know the depth of my Savior's love, sometimes I feel alone and disheartened, even depressed. I even find strange "comfort" in wallowing in my self-pity. Not a pretty thing to observe.

It was good that Jesus didn't stay in the grave too long. How amazing the joy of the followers of Jesus must have been after they had been down so low. Easter came. Jesus is risen! He is alive! He has conquered even death itself!

As we remember the suffering and pain of the cross, only then can we truly celebrate the joy of Easter. Up from the grave he arose! Yes, his death was horrible, yes the grave seemed final. But Easter gives us hope to rise above whatever pain and problem we may be experiencing, and we can rejoice as the early disciples did.

Today, in our earthly bodies, we may grieve as we are held to the bonds of earth. But tomorrow, Resurrection Sunday, we are reminded that we who trust in Jesus will someday rise like he did and be forever at home with our Lord.

Yesterday was Friday. But Sunday is coming! Hallelujah!

Till next time,


Suzi