How they must of felt on this day, the day in between. The Disciples. As the reality of what they have just witnessed sinks in, the realization that their Savior has just died. He really died. Just like He said He would. He really meant it.

How could this be? I think about of all the emotions that must be raging as they do inside us when we loose someone we love. But, somehow I think it might be even more for them. Somehow more intense, see they didn’t just loose a friend, a teacher, a mentor, and a brother. They lost Jesus.

He had called them out, by name, knowing full well what they were leaving behind. For some that was not much of a sacrifice really, but for some, it was immense. All He had to do was ask and they came. Some of them had the advantage of having their actual siblings there to help comfort each other, some must have felt very much alone.

On this day, the day in between. The day after He died on the cross and the day before Hope was born for all mankind forever. Ironically this was the Sabbath. The day when all good Jews were to stop everything they were doing and worship God.

Are you serious?

Their Lord was just crucified and now they are supposed to spend an entire day doing nothing but worshiping and thinking about God. Maybe that was the plan all along. Maybe the day in between was divinely situated so that they would have time to reflect on the words and works of their Lord and Savior. Maybe that was the whole point of the day in between.

Maybe that is still the point of the day in between? Maybe we get so caught up in getting our grocery list together for Easter dinner or making sure the kids look nice for Easter Sunday that once we get past the Good Friday service we forget to think about the day in between. We forget there was the Sabbath, a time to reflect and focus before the celebration.

Thank God the celebration is coming but let’s not lose sight of the day in between.