Saturday

Contemplating today. Most everyone talks about Good Friday and celebrates Easter. This morning, as I was going about our morning routine, it hit me. What were they feeling on this day between Good Friday and Sunday? Friday was probably full of shock. How and why would the crucify Jesus? Sunday they celebrated that he had risen. But what about Saturday? I have a feeling that it was a day of mourning. A day of disbelief. We know what happens on Sunday but did they? His poor mother probably thought it was the end for her beloved son. His dear friends.. We're they fearful? Angry that he was dead? The man that had performed so many miracles, the man who taught them, fed them, loved them. Gone. I'm sure most of them had heard stories and prophecies of what would happen but they were only human. Just like us. How much faith would it take to believe that a man would die and on 3rd day, he would be alive? I have cried all morning thinking about how it must have felt. If they could've only saw what was ahead. A risen savior. Thank you, God, for Sunday!