If that was a Good Friday what kinda Saturday is this ?

Today is that weird day when all we do is wait...yesterday Good Friday -well we all know that's the day that Christ took the nails for me- for you so be repentant and reflect on the things in our lives that maybe we need to change.
Then there is today.... what was it like for those men and women who witnessed the execution of their Jesus of our Jesus ...they had no way of knowing what was gonna happen on Sunday. For all they knew they might be next and some maybe wished they had died too on that horrible Friday instead of being left here in this room to feel the pain of their broken hearts and broken dreams...what did it all mean these last 3 years with Him our Lord...and how could He be God and die that horrible death on that cross...If He was not the Christ how did He do those miraculous things we saw healing the blind raising the dead?
If He was the Son of God why are we huddled in this room afraid of our own shadows our minds so mired in the ugly sights and sounds of yesterday on that long walk to the cross...and back to the room the ugly little room where you hear the weeping of the women and see the men not looking each other in the eye- each feeling helpless in their pain helpless in the their sorrow. Each wondering even in this time of Sorrow -if I go back home tomorrow will people all laugh at me about my friend whom I said was the Son of God?Will I be hired back on that fishing boat will my parents take me back how about my village...and then it hits again the fresh waves of sorrow that Jesus is gone.
Yes it is Saturday the day after the world turned black in the afternoon the earth opened the Curtain was torn in the Temple and God wept for His Son.

We of course know the rest of the story the grave that couldn't hold Him ~the death that couldn't contain Him ~That He lives on in the Resurrection power of our Holy God.

For tomorrow we shall say :

HE IS RIsen! He is Risen Indeed!

But for today let's call it black Saturday the day they thought they might never get thru - the day they thought might never end- Or that might end too soon. The day they sat paralyzed unsure of what to do where to go So they just waited -not even sure on what they waited for. Just waiting...Black Saturday.