It was the Sabbath. As God’s people had always done, they rested. Jesus rested, too. God had rested on the seventh day when the work of creation was finished. Now his son rested the ultimate rest of death after proclaiming “It is finished” from the cross and breathing his last. His sacrifice for sin was complete.
It is Saturday. The tomb has been sealed. Soldiers stand guard in the garden. There’s nothing you can do.
This is when you start second-guessing. Maybe we should have done something differently. Maybe we should have kept an eye on Judas. Maybe we shouldn’t have let Jesus go to Gethsemane. Maybe we should have brought more swords and fought harder when the mob showed up. Maybe we should have stayed in Galilee, fishing.
A lot of life is like Saturday, isn’t it? Dealing with loss, asking questions, second-guessing ourselves, and second-guessing God. And sometimes there’s nothing you can do.
So it’s good to have time to rest, to think, and to remember what he’s done.
Waite for it... 