by: Paul Gay
By Amy Strickland
As I think about Holy Saturday, my mind keeps pondering Jesus’ body lying in that tomb. He had been deceived, rejected, ridiculed, beaten, humiliated, and hung on a cross to die. Here it was the Sabbath, and Jesus had been laid in the tomb. He is our rest, and what He had just faced was for us. Everything that we face in life, He has already conquered. We know from Ephesians 4:8-10 that Jesus also descended into lower earthly regions and brought many captives with Him. I feel it is vital that we know this took place on Holy Saturday, but I chose to focus on His rest, and what that means to each one of us.
I kept thinking about Jesus’ Apostles, and all of the followers that had walked alongside Jesus these three and a half years. They were scattered, torn, disappointed, confused, scared, and most likely angry. I cannot imagine the emotions they must have been facing. I am so sure they were frightened for their lives, but they were also in extreme mourning. They would have been wondering about His miracles, His love, His compassion, and His purpose. I feel that they were at a loss of what had just happened. I would imagine they were clinging to anything that could remind them of Jesus, and His ministry they had witnessed. It looked so bleak and seemed so dark. They would have been trying to piece together all Jesus had taught them.
We have The Whole picture. From the beginning of our faith, Jesus walked the earth, He suffered and died, He was buried in the tomb, and He was resurrected. How wonderful that we have this revelation from beginning to end. These Apostles and followers were the steppingstones. They were living in that moment of time. I think about their trials and all they faced this particular day. At this time there was no door to heaven. Mankind was stuck in sin and shame. Jesus had come to destroy that darkness. He came for you, and He came for me, but He walked with them.
I am thankful for the Gospel, and for the reminders that Holy Week offers us. I am thankful the Apostles saw and experienced it all. I am grateful that the Lord used them to show the world that He was just resting, but also that He is our constant rest. That first Holy Week, Jesus was creating the door to heaven, giving us a way back to the Father. By the power of God, we can enter the door Jesus made, because of His loving sacrifice. I hope that every Holy Week of my life is humbling and sets the tone as it has now. It may be Holy/Black Saturday, but praise God we know what comes tomorrow!