The day dawns on our dead Savior. Disciples gather with sad quiet, their thoughts unspoken. Were we wrong about Him? He said it himself, "It is finished."
I never liked the Saturday between the sacrifice and the empty tomb. It is the day of darkest defeat. No heroic self-sacrifice, no death defeated. Only death and resurrected doubt.
They serve to make tomorrow's victory all the more victorious. . . in hindsight, of course.
Oh, Lord Jesus, would that I live every doubt-full day with hindsight.
For that reason, because of our message,
people also honor God by saying, “Amen!”
(2Corinthians 1:20, GW)
Joining Sandra for the stillest of Still Saturdays.