It's not just any Saturday though, it's the day between Jesus' death and resurrection. Somehow in my mind I couple the two things and I wonder what that day was like all those years ago. I think I could understand if it was one of those rainy, dark, stay inside all day depressing kind of days. How fitting that might have been. Jesus had just been killed, His small band of followers scattered. What's to celebrate? Who cares if it rains.
Instead, I choose to believe that it was a day just like today. I don't know for sure, but I could see how the religious rulers of the day might have enjoyed a bbq and a cold one. They had just put down this uprising, and were welcoming a return to the status quo. I think some of the followers of Christ held out hope, while others were just glad it wasn't them in that cave. I think the sun came out bright on that Saturday, as if God were saying it's ok, everything will be all right. Yesterday was dark, but tomorrow is a new day.
Just thinking out loud.
"His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from his hands,
where his awesome power is hidden." Habakkuk 3:4