I don’t know about you, but I really love the weekend. While everyday is super awesome and worth thanking God for another day of life, there’s just something super rock-tastic about the weekend.
My weekends are a little different than most people’s weekends; we start our weeks on Sundays, taking Fridays and Saturdays off. So yesterday (Friday) and today (Saturday) are days where I get to relax, catch up on anything I missed during the week, and hang out with the people I wouldn’t normally get to during the week.
But, this week’s Friday and Saturday is a little different. Just like I wrote about yesterday, this weekend is what Christians observe as Easter, the weekend where Jesus was crucified, and three days later rose from the grave. This weekend is essential to the foundation of the Christian faith, because without it we’re just some other monotheistic (singular God) religion.
The main focus of Easter weekend is always Friday and Sunday. Good Friday, when we observe the day that Jesus was crucified, and Easter (or, depending on what church you grew up in, Resurrection) Sunday, when we observe the day that Jesus resurrected from the dead, are the two biggest events that happened during the holy week.
But Saturday, the day smack-dab in the middle of those two days, is rarely discussed. From what I’ve read, none of the gospel writers even talk about Saturday. It’s almost like it’s the forgotten, red-headed stepchild of the holy week story.
I’ve always wondered why this is the case. Maybe it’s because everyone was so distraught that their Rabbi had been put to death that they didn’t even want to remember what had happened. Or maybe, since the authorities knew the disciples were so close to this “false teacher” as they called him, they all went into hiding out of fear of being arrested and killed like Jesus was.
That’s something we probably won’t find out this side of heaven. It’s one of those questions that I want to ask about when I get to heaven.
But here’s something I can assume was for sure: that Saturday was probably the darkest and loneliest day these people had experienced. Their entire livelihoods, the lives they had been living for the past three years, came crashing down with three nails and two logs of wood. They probably didn’t fully understand anything that Jesus had said in the past few years, about how he would be back after three days, so they had no other response than the be filled with sorrow.
Maybe you’re living in this kind of Saturday experience. Maybe you just had a terrible “Friday”, even if it isn’t actually Friday, and your world came crashing down on you. Maybe you can’t see that Sunday is coming, and that you’ll be out of whatever mess you’re in sooner than you think.
I have no clue where you are, but let me just tell you this: there is a Sunday on its way.
However much of a play on words that may be, since tomorrow IS Sunday, I want you to know that, if you’ve asked Jesus to forgive you of your sins, turned from your old ways, and surrendered your life to His leading, God isn’t letting you walk through this alone.
What’s your favorite thing to do on the weekend?