In the Christian perspective I think of one word when I think of disappointment.
It’s the word Saturday.
On the weekend Jesus was crucified, Saturday was a very dark day.
The resurrection of Jesus is a three-day account. Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
Death, Burial, Resurrection.
Beginning. Middle. End.
Fear. Silence. Deliverance.
Saturday was a devastating day for those who knew Jesus.
Friday had brought shock, but Saturday brought hopelessness.
When Jesus gets arrested on Thursday night, His followers had to think – This isn’t going to last long. I mean, if He can walk on water, He can walk out of jail.
But He didn’t.
He stayed quiet.
When Jesus is brought before the governor of the region, a guy name Pilate, Jesus’ followers are thinking, Okay, He’s going to speak and everyone will bow down in fear. The pyrotechnics will go off and Rome will cower and Palestine will be free. But Jesus didn’t do any of that.
Then when Jesus is sentenced to be flogged – which meant He was dragged in the middle of the city street and His hands were suspended high tied to a post where His back would be stretched out and then angry, violent Roman guards – who are working the night shift – they took long strips of leather that had pieces of bone and rock on his and they would whip Jesus where it would wrap around Him, lodge into His skin and then they would rip it off – they did this 39 times.
Surely at some point, in all this pain, with all this disrespect and horror, Jesus was going to stop this and put people in their place.
But He didn’t.
When He is sentenced to die in the most gruesome way man had invented, and He’s forced to carry His own heavy beam – a full cross weighed 300 pounds, but Jesus would’ve carried the beam that goes across the arms – that weighed 120 pounds.
Jesus had been up all night, been through 3 trials and had been stripped and punched in the face and has the emotional pain of His own creation hating Him and has been flogged, loss of blood, carrying this heavy beam.
Someone eventually helps Him and they get outside the city where Jesus is laid down on the cross and as they start to nail his arms and legs to the wood, as He’s screaming, surely His followers are wondering when He’s going to stop this from happening.
The Son of God doesn’t die.
But then He did.
And they lay Jesus’ body into the tomb, they roll a 2,000 pound stone in front of it and the stone actually drops into a divot so it’s almost impossible to move, and on Saturday, Jesus is still dead and all hope is gone.
Jesus’ friends had sadness because they had lost a friend. There was anger because they felt mislead. There was confusion toward Yahweh, God the Father – how could He let this happen? There was loss in their own dreams being buried. There was fear because the Roman officials might come and arrest them too for being a Jesus-follower.
And they were probably thinking some things you’ve thought before, maybe you’ve been thinking this increasingly the past month of lockdown living, it’s this thought:
God, where are You in all of this?
Does God even care?
God, why would You allow this to happen?
I’m calling out to you, why are You silent?
As winter feels long, spring faithfully comes with new life.
As night was last night, there is surely joy in the morning.
As bad days happen, there is still so much to be grateful for.
The reason Easter Sunday is so great is because Saturday was so devastating.
I could speculate that in the past 2,000 years there’s only 1 day where there were no followers of Jesus and it was the Saturday after His death.
They all thought He was dead – no one was planning for Him to come back to life. No one was camping outside of the tomb counting down like New Year’s Eve as they all hold hands chanting, “10, 9, 8, 7, – oh – I see the tomb opening a bit!!!”
John isn’t asking Peter, “What’s the first thing you’re going to say to Him when we see Him alive?!?!?!”
Mary Magdalene isn’t thinking, “Hmm. What should I wear on Easter when Jesus returns? Are hats still in? Are pastels still in?!?!?!”
Jesus was dead and hope was dead with Him.
All honor to God, the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ; for it is his boundless mercy that has given us the privilege of being born again so that we are now members of God’s own family. Now we live in the hope of eternal life because Christ rose again from the dead. (1 Peter 1:3)
Or in other words,
God does His best work during dark, hopeless Saturday situations.
The mantra of Christianity is that setbacks are set-ups for a comeback.
When setbacks happen, and someone firmly keeps their hope and trust and faith in Jesus – watch out – a comeback is about to go down
The pinnacle and pillar of our faith – the resurrection – it’s not a one day account. It’s not a two day account. It’s all three days. Friday. Saturday. Sunday.
Death. Burial. Resurrection.
Trouble. Silence. Deliverance.
The setback. The setup. The comeback.
The problem with three day stories is that we don’t know how long the proverbial Friday and Saturday are going to take for us until Sunday happens.
Know that the same power that breathed life back into Jesus’ dead body, the same power that rolled away the stone, that had Jesus walk out of the tomb alive, it’s the same power that can be alive in you, when you put your hope in Him daily.
It’s the same power that takes setbacks and constructs them into comebacks.
Especially on your Saturday seasons.
Thanks for reading. You are loved.