waiting for sunday

On Saturday all was quiet.

The followers were in shock,

mourning the loss of their friend and teacher, Jesus.

They had watched in dismay as their hopes and dreams

were nailed to the cross.

The One they had walked and talked with for three years,

The One who claimed to be the Son of God,

the long awaited Messiah,

had died on Friday,

and been placed in a tomb with a heavy stone to guard.

Saturday was probably quiet,

somber,

sad.

They were most assuredly,

gathered,

remembering,

thinking,

as we do after the loss of a dear one.

Sunday is coming,

and that is another story.

Today,

on Saturday,

they are devastated,

waiting,

 hoping beyond hope that His words were truth.

"And Behold, 

a man named Joseph, 

who was a member of the Counsil,

a good and righteous man, 

went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. 

And he took it down

 and wrapped it in a linen cloth,

 and laid Him in a tomb cut into the rock, 

where no one had ever lain."

Matthew 23:50-53

*Very key point....

Jesus really died and was buried.