The Restful Day of Sadness

Yesterday was "Good Friday."

The day we remember when Jesus died.

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday.

The day we celebrate when Jesus rose from the dead.

Today is the Jewish day of Sabbath, the day of rest.

Imagine the disciples of Jesus on this day. They just saw the one they thought would save them die a brutal death. Now all they can do is sit around. They can't go blow off steam, they can't go to their special place. They can't go on a walk. All they can do is sit, and wait for the first day of the week.

That must have been the longest day of their life.

What is the longest day of your life? What kind of day do you absolutely despise? What makes your life so bad that you want nothing more than to run from it all?

Take that day, multiply it by 50, 100, even 1000, and then imagine that you can't even leave the house. And all you can do is sit there, and reflect on why you hate this day so much.

Then you are in the shoes of the disciples.

We need to remember the sacrifice that was made for us this weekend.

Yesterday the death.
Today the reflection.
Tomorrow the celebration.

Tonight I want you to reflect on the reason for yesterday, and prepare for tomorrow.

Happy Easter.

He has risen.