Did sleep come Friday night? Eyes struggled to stay open just the night before in the garden. Did Friday night bring sleep for red, tear-filled eyes? Or did the sorrow of the day consume the night?
Can you imagine standing, looking, waiting, wondering, weeping, trying to remember everything He had said so you could make sense of what had happened? Did He say what to do next? Where to go?
The Sabbath. Saturday. Rest.
How does one rest after Good Friday? Their lives were turned upside down. Their Master was sealed in a guarded tomb. Did they pray? Did they carry on with the traditional Sabbath practice? Or was everything different?
The Man had come and revealed mercy and grace. He healed. He saved. He raised the dead to life. He fed. He loved. He taught. He led. They followed.
But now….
What next?