It was a day to recover. Solemn and sorrowful, they sat around the table in shock. No one had the words for what happened. No one knew what to do.

A friend, brother, son, teacher was gone. The events of Friday had been catastrophic. It had created a mourning and a fear in them that they had never experienced before. It was Saturday, the day after the crucifixion of their beloved Jesus. Although He had warned them that all this would happen, they sat across the table from each other overwhelmed with the reality of it all.

What was next? He also promised he would return. But they all saw his bloodied, battered body be laid in the borrowed tomb. Did they still believe he could do that? They had seen Him do miraculous things, but did they still have the faith to trust that he would come back to them?

Imagine sitting in the room with them after all they had witnessed. They saw the horror of the sacrifice on the cross, watched the guards and the crowds dissipate and Jesus be taken away, broken and lifeless to be shut up in a dark tomb.

It was Saturday. It was quiet. It was heavy. What was next?

We know what came next. And we are recipients of His promise to return. And tomorrow, on Sunday, we will remember and rejoice.

Blessings…vw1.