Someone reminded me recently that I have always referred to the day between the cross and the resurrection as “Silent Saturday.”
Jesus was dead. They had hurriedly placed his body in the tomb. Pilate had commanded the soldiers to roll a great stone across the entrance to keep Jesus’ disciples from stealing His body.
The followers of Jesus were afraid they might be the next ones to be arrested. I am sure they were silent in their mourning so as not to attract attention to themselves. They were waiting for the Sabbath to end so they could go to the tomb and do a proper preparation of Jesus’ body for burial.
Silence. Sadness. Stunned Disbelief. I am also sure they were experiencing a myriad of emotions. No one truly understood what was ahead. No one understood that the great stone that was rolled in front of the tomb was to keep people out – but had no power to keep their LORD and Savior in!
There would be rejoicing and celebration. Sunday would come. But this day, this day was a silent day that offered no answers to their deepest questions. Silent Saturday.
We have all experienced a “Silent Saturday,” a time filled with silence, sadness, stunned disbelief, not knowing what was ahead. But I promise that for the followers of Christ – Sunday will come!