Holy Saturday

One of the worst days in the history of the world…

This is the day after. They saw Jesus die. How could Jesus die? Wasn’t he supposed to be the Messiah? Wasn’t he the one whom they had been waiting for all their lives to finally restore Israel to her former glory?

But it happened. They saw it. Jesus died. Jesus was buried. The body of Jesus was decomposing like all other bodies.

Was any of what Jesus promised even true? Didn’t he say that he was the Son of God? How could the Son of God die? And at the hands of the Romans.

Holy Saturday.

This was the day all the women – Mary the Mother of Jesus, Mary Magdalene – sat huddled weeping at what they witnessed the day before.

Holy Saturday.

This was the day all the disciples were hidden away in a room wondering what they were supposed to do now. They had deserted their families, quit their jobs, and traveled around with a man claiming to be God’s Son…and then he died. Just like everyone else.

Holy Saturday.

This was the day that hope for all who believed in Jesus died.

Holy Saturday.

All of hell rejoiced in their “victory”. The Son of God had been vanquished. All hope had been extinguished.

Holy Saturday.

This was the day God was preparing all of eternity for the resurrection. This was the day the Son of God descended into hell to pay the debt of sin. This was the day that the Son of God stood in the place of sinners to atone for their sins.

Do you find yourself in a season where nothing makes sense? Where God seems absent? Where hope seems dead?

Just as God was at work during Holy Saturday, God is at work in your life. Trust God. God’s got this.