Saturday was dark but dawn would be coming

Saturday had to be a dark day.

Maybe the shock was starting to wear off.

And they felt hopeless.

I’m sure the scenes from Pilate’s hall and Golgotha played over and over in the minds of those who had been there.

They sat, huddled together, in fear that they too would face a cross. Would the Jews call for their death too?

The hopelessness.

The fear.

The brokenness.

The darkness.

Did they sit together and replay all of the preaching of Jesus? Did they repeat the parables? Did they try to pray in the way he had taught them? Did they remind each other of the sermon on the mount? Did they go back over every miracle?

I’m sure their minds raced with questions.

All they could see was the blood, that poured so freely, at Calvary that day.

All they could see was how dark the earth became as their Master bowed his head, and laid down his life.

All they could see was the stone, that lay before the entrance to the tomb.

What they couldn’t see was Jesus, satisfying the wrath of God, for all sin.

What they couldn’t see was Jesus, experiencing total separation from his Father, so we would never have to.

What they couldn’t see was Jesus, with the keys of death and Hell.

What they couldn’t see was Jesus, taking the blood of the pure Lamb of God, to his Father.

What they couldn’t see, were the angels who were preparing for the dawn of that third morning, so they could roll the stone away.

What they couldn’t see, was all of creation, holding its breath…waiting for Sunday.

The things they could see were dark, but that didn’t change the fact that light, truth, the blood was winning.

Victory had not yet dawned, but it was coming.

Did the women prepare to anoint his body that Saturday night? Did they weep afresh as they laid out their spices, so they could go early that next morning to the tomb?

Did they try to prepare themselves for the sight of his mutilated body?

All they could see was that Saturday, was dark.

But what they couldn’t see was that victory was being won, even as they grieved.

Victory that would set them free.

Hope was about to be renewed.

Saturday was dark.

That’s all they could see.

But Saturday didn’t last forever.

The dawn would break soon.

The dawn of Sunday.

The dawn of victory in Christ.

The dawn of redemption and freedom.

All because of one, perfect Lamb.