And sandwiched between these two days I find myself once again meditating on Saturday and my thoughts turn to the disciples and others who loved Jesus. Their world must have been so dark on that Saturday between Jesus’ Crucifixion and Resurrection. The one word that comes to mind is – hopelessness. How utterly empty and bleak must their world have been at that moment. The helplessness and grief of the previous night’s events must have come to full fruition that entire day. The One – who they thought was their savior, who could have freed them from Roman oppression – was dead. Others must have been crushingly disappointing to know that The One – who they thought or suspected was God had been merely human, hung on a cross until He was dead. It must have truly seemed as if the entire world was dark and that evil had conquered the entire world – yet again.
Utter, unrelenting and stark hopelessness. What else could it be? And yet – is that not EXACTLY what the world is without our Risen Christ? Indeed, indeed.
Imagine what it must have been like on that first Easter morning as the Good News spread. “He’s alive!” Everything was new, Jesus has returned and the world now – lives with Resurrection, Redemption and – Hope!