What about Saturday?

I wish I could take credit for this, but I borrow this story from an Easter sermon by Max Lucado.

     It was Friday night. Jesus was dead. Put yourself in the shoes of His closest disciples. They had given up everything to follow Christ. Their dream had been to rule the earth at His side, and He was dead. Can you imagine the hopelessness and uncertainty they must have had for the future? Everything they believed in was gone.
     Now we all know what happened on Sunday morning, but what about Saturday? Saturday would have been a good time to get out of town. They didn’t have many friends around; in fact most of the city would consider them enemies. It would have been a good time to turn their back on all this Christianity business and join in with those who had mocked Jesus for His claims of being the Messiah. It was Saturday, and what did they do? They stayed close. They didn’t leave. On this dark day in their lives, they stayed close to Jesus.
     Sunday morning came, and with it, new hope and a new understanding that God had not abandoned them. The dream was different, not at all what they had expected, but Jesus was alive again! Sunday morning came and the disciples were there to witness the Miracle of the Resurrection!

We all have our Friday nights. Some are worse than others. I pray that we will all spend those desolate Saturdays staying close to Jesus. So often we can’t see Him in the Saturday times. It seems He is buried in a tomb somewhere and we will never hear Him speak to us again. Hold on and pray. There will be a Sunday morning for those who put their trust in Him. Stay close and be there to see what our Mighty God can do in your life!