(For Saturday - the most overlooked day on Easter weekend)
Friday was Black.
Filled with evil deeds met with unbelievable gentleness
And surrender. And resolution.
People at their worst screamed:
But now it´s over. Very much over.
Saturday is quiet.
But not a peaceful quiet.
It´s a troubled, sad quiet.
It´s a remorseful quiet.
Every character in this real-life play
Is turning over questions:
“Did we do the right thing?”
“Who was that man?”
“Did I get carried away with the crowd”?
“Will there be a backlash from my verdict yesterday?”
But the most tortuous questions
Were whispered by His own.
Through fear and shock
They did not even dare speak them aloud:
“Did yesterday really happen?”
“Where is God today?”
“Who am I today without the Teacher´s business to do?”
During the day the questions deepen,
Turn to the impossible:
“What did He mean by ´on the third day...´?”
“Is who He seemed to be really over?”
“What if....?” "What now?"
The sadness & disbelief weigh heavy
BUT - there is a shift in tone.
The questions begin to usher in another mood -
It is not yet expectancy
(for they cannot hope again in light of Friday´s failure).
But they remember words & phrases of the Christ...
Their meaning still cloudy.
And in the rewinding of the tape in their minds,
Their honest sadness begins to wander...
And they wonder what they understood – if anything.
They wonder: “What is a Messiah?”
Wonder if they understood their Book...
They wonder if they should have hope.
On Saturday, nothing is clear
There only hangs heavy with the sadness...
I´m glad I know what Sunday brings...
Hope! Life! Victory!