Saturday is the least eventful of the 3 Easter days.
We really don’t do much on this day. Silence is more often than not subconsciously alluded to this day, while everyone looks forward to tomorrow.
Back then in the days, the same happened.
A sorrowful air could be felt everywhere, as those who managed to have the courage to go out carefully avoided the major streets. The soldiers by the streets corners, temple yard and market places were idle. They had no work on their hands – no one really wanted to cause another stir today. Even the mockers and dust raisers of yesterday’s crucifixion were sober now. Only the Chief Priests and Pharisees, those that seemed above the law were able to walk around, feeling like stars. They went to seek for military reinforcement to guard the tomb, so that “His disciples will not come by night, and steal Him away, and say unto the people. He is raised from the dead.”What absurdity.
The remarkable teacher, who taught as one with authority, had been done away with. He performed many miracles: opened blind eyes, healed the sick, and raised the dead. He even turned destinies around by turning the owners back to God. But all were now turned hazy in the minds of people, pushed to one corner by the memory of the harrowing experience of yesterday.
As they chose the nails and put it through his hands, people flinched in horrow. Faces squeezed, heads shook. This was heart wrenching. People had been crucified in the past, many, but there has not been one that attracted much viewership and mixed emotions as this man’s. Or this King’s.
What really turned heads that day? Was it His life, or His death? Was it the earthquake that accompanied His crucifixion? No one had had the forces of nature announce his or her death before. Was it the grave that were opened, the dead men who came back to life or the ripping effect of His last breath? Those that were in the temple said the curtain rent, and with quick calculation, the time it did tallied with that when He breathed His last.
The effects of these events were unsettling but there was no one to explain what was happening. The faithful men that followed this phenomenal figure had fled the night before the last. The multitude had dispersed, returned to their normal lives, even if it wasn’t going to be as normal again, for the shock of the last few days’ events was too overwhelming.
This man had reached beyond the restrictions of social status and racial discrimination, and touched the heart of people. His touch was no ordinary one-it was like Midas’, the touch of Gold that changes lives. He raised brows as He toured round the country, declaring the good news of the Kingdom of the One He called His Father – God. Many had accepted it, and some had thrown it back to His face, spitting at Him in the process and mouthing the words, “No, Thanks.”
His life was short, but impactful. But now, even then, it seemed as if all was gone. The impact seemed absorbed by sorrow. And it was as if the dust settled when the man who called Himself the Son of God was killed.
But, deep down the core of this eventful day, beyond the view of mortal eyes, there was no such thing as silence. In the place where no man could watch and come to give us report, there was activity at its peak. The dead man up there had arrived down here.
The other day, they mocked him and told him to descend from the cross so they could see and believe that He is true. Now, not only did he descend from the cross, He descended to the lower parts of the earth, to finalize the victory that the cross brings. And everyone knew he meant business. He had come to collect the key. He had the sole right to, for He had been obedient even to the point of death on a cross.
He paid the price with His blood. And He reconciled us to God.
Tomorrow, Sunday, the world will come to the full knowledge and significance of the life and death of Christ.
He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above all heavens, that he might fill all things. He’s gone to be with the father, not without sending us a comforter, the Holy Spirit, who brings the divine conference into our lives every day. He prepares a place for as many that believe, and He will come to take them there, when it’s time.
Many Easter Sundays have come and gone but the value of Christ’s death and resurrection remains ever significant.
It is finished. He has paved the way of reconciliation to God. And we all can have the life of God. We all can have peace, if we come to Him. God came down to earth so we can all go to heaven. He’s coming back for as many that believe.
Yes, when we believe in Jesus deep in our hearts, we are made right with God. And when we openly say that we believe in him, we are saved.
Yes, the Scriptures say, “Anyone who trusts in him will never be disappointed.”
It says this because there is no difference between those who are Jews and those who are not. The same Lord is the Lord of all people. And he richly blesses everyone who looks to him for help.
Yes, “everyone who trusts in the Lord will be saved.”
Will you trust in the Lord today?
Further References: John 20:17, Eph 4:8-10, Rom 10:10-13, others.