Friday's events are something that most of the people would want to forget. For those who were followers of Christ, they watched their dreams die in agony. Their teacher, leader, friend, and Messiah had been beaten, spat upon, mocked openly, hung upon a cross, and buried. This Sabbath day was unusually quiet and sad.
I wonder how the religious leaders must have felt this Sabbath day. Proud? Relieved? Or maybe even a little fearful? They had to question what they had just done - if for no other reason than the fact they killed an innocent man.
What about Pilate's home? If His wife was warned in a dream (as she stated) I have to believe they were both troubled last night. The Roman crucifixions were ususually not that big a deal, but this one had a lingering effect. And no matter how hard he tries - he just can't seem to wash his hands clean enough!
The Sabbath is the Jewish day of rest. There is to be no work - only worship. I just have to wonder what temple was like on this day. Was it service as usual? I have a picture in my mind of the quietest, darkest day in the history of Jerusalem. Why? Becuase He's gone! Jesus - the one who stirred the hearts of so many - buried in a borrowed tomb. Sure His death was foretold by Scripture and Himself. But He's gone and the world is a different place.
He's gone but Sunday is coming...
(To Be Continued)
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