Silent Saturday - April 3rd

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On that Saturday—the Sabbath in Jerusalem, as was the tradition, the city slowed considerably—no commerce, minimal movement. Families gathered, ate, prayed, and rested. Scripture and remembrance of God’s past faithfulness filled the entire day. The cross on the hill was stained and empty. My body had been placed in a sealed tomb. There was quiet tension and confusion as messianic hopes seemed to have died with me.

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My men were hidden behind closed doors in Jerusalem. They were scared, grieving, and unsure, not yet expecting a resurrection. Peter was alone, silent. The women were resting but getting ready to carry out their quiet burial ritual the next morning.

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It was a day of silence, absence, and suspended hope. That day God seemed silent, and history held its breath. But, Sunday was coming.

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John 19:30 
When Jesus had tasted it, he said, “It is finished!” Then he bowed his head and released his spirit.

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Luke 23:49 
But Jesus’ friends, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance watching.

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Luke 23:55-56 
As his body was taken away, the women from Galilee followed and saw the tomb where his body was placed. Then they went home and prepared spices and ointments to anoint his body. But by the time they were finished the Sabbath had begun, so they rested as required by the law.