When we think about Easter, we often think about what happened on Good Friday and Easter Sunday, the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
If you think about the disciples of Jesus who lived through those days, maybe you can imagine the mixed emotions that they felt.
On Friday, Jesus was taken by the guards. Then He was tortured, crucified, and then He died.
The One they were following for a while now, the One they believed was the promised Messiah, was now dead. They were hopeless, desperate, afraid. They probably lost their faith.
At this point, we usually fast forward to Sunday, when Jesus resurrected and many of His disciples saw Him. In a matter of seconds, they went from feeling total hopelessness to extreme joy.
Jesus was alive! If they ever had any doubts, now they were all gone.
But we often don’t mention Saturday. When we talk about Easter, we usually skip from Jesus’ death to His resurrection. But unfortunately to the disciples, they weren’t able to fast forward through that Saturday.