It’s Friday, But Now What?

I had some thoughts on Friday night before bed. I was wondering what the disciples thought on Saturday. My thoughts kicked off from seeing the hashtag #ButSundaysComing from the popular phrase “it’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming”. 

The first thought popped into my head, “but was Sunday coming for the disciples?“

Of course it was, but, did they know that? 

Jesus told them plenty of times, but did they understand. My opinion is that they did not. 

Saturday must have been terrifying for them.  

Sitting, pacing around, standing - whatever they might have doing wherever they were hiding - I wonder what they were thinking and saying to each other - trying to make sense of the last 24 hours. Even the last 5 days. The week had started out so well!

I wonder if they replayed the events from the days before in their mind over and over: 

Peter cutting off a man’s ear and Jesus putting it back.

The illegal trials that took place.

The crowds. So loud and large. 

Judas hanging himself. (I know we see Judas as the bad guy, but maybe to them he was their friend. How shocking it must have been.) 

Barabbas being set free. Who knew what terror he would start causing again?!

The soldiers beating and whipping Jesus beyond recognition. 

There was no one to help Him.

The sounds of the nails and screams were still ringing in their ears. 

One of the thieves was going to paradise.

John gaining responsibility of Mary.

The sky becoming so dark in the middle of the day! 

His last cry had been loud and unmistakable to those who were still around watching. 

The earthquake.

The veil ripping right down the middle

Then ……..   there was nothing. 

Nothing but the women did follow behind Joseph and Nicodemus to see what would happen to Jesus. 

What DID just happen? 

Ironically, maybe the disciples were thankful for Joseph. None of them had the strength or thought of how or where to bury Jesus. Mostly it would mean going to Pilate and asking for the His body. Who knew what would happen if they showed their faces now. 

They didn’t realize they would need an actual tomb. 

Was all this real? 

What were they supposed to do now? 

They remembered His words and teachings and were trying to hold firm, believing, but as the hours ticked by that Saturday - maybe they had missed something. Hiding in an upper room wasn’t what they thought this Passover would include. The entire world had changed in a moment. But how exactly? What did it all mean? Everything Jesus did had meaning and purpose. This crucifixion had to have meant something and have great purpose. 

Maybe it would all make sense tomorrow after they had time to process and get some sleep. Twenty-four hours without sleep will make a person think funny things. 

Maybe tomorrow it would all make sense.”