The soldiers pierced his side, his blood drained out and all hope was lost.
Still numb, you helped remove his body from the cross. You laid it in a tomb and you watched the stone being rolled in front of it.
And then you saw it sealed.
It was over.
The next morning was a daze. For the past 3 years you had followed this man around. You walked with him, laughed with him, fed thousands of hungry people with him. You survived storms together. You even saw him heal the sick and raise people from the dead.
But now the cross was empty and the tomb occupied. And all you can think about is the way you ran away when the soldiers came. Even after you looked him in the eye and swore you would never do such a thing!!!
What a horrible day Saturday must have been.
Not only did Jesus, the Messiah, the son of God, die. But he died alone.
Because you abandoned him.
On a day like that, there is only one spiritual discipline that you can cling to. Only one holy practice that you could possibly engage in.
What do you do on the day that the cross is empty and the tomb is still sealed?
You weep. You mourn.
Friday has happened. And Sunday may be coming. But if we skip over the pain, confusion and despair of Saturday we devalue them both.