On Holy Saturday, my mind is drawn to Jesus’ friends and loved ones. You know– the people who hung out with Him on a daily basis. The Bible says that there were men and women who traveled with Him, and had made the journey to Jerusalem with Him. His disciples had celebrated the most important Jewish holiday with Him the night before He died. These are the people knew what made Him laugh and what He ate for His meals. These people knew His mom.
I cannot imagine the raw grief these friends of Jesus experienced on Saturday after Good Friday. I imagine that they gathered together to cry and pray. I imagine that they took special care of Jesus’ mom. I imagine that they told each other of the last thing He had said to them. Reminded each other of His words at the Passover meal (”Do this to remember Me…”). Those who had actually watched Him die (how awful would that be???!) may have told the others of His words while hanging on the cross.
Jesus was the Son of God and the sacrifice for the world’s sin.
He was also someone’s friend and a mother’s son. Today, I grieve with those people. And I say, “BRING ON THE RESURRECTION, BABY!!”
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