A lot can happen in three days. This middle day, the day between the death and resurrection, make me think so much of those who loved knew Him. Just put yourself in their place. Yesterday had to be horrific. It is bad enough to lose a loved one in any circumstance. It is even worse to watch them as they suffer in the pains of death. But to lose your best friend, your mentor, your guide, your teacher. It had to be horrible what they went through on that second day. To watch what was done to Him and then to wake up that next day with questions. Why? Why Him? Did they wonder if they could have done anything differently to prevent this? Did they second guess and relive every little thing that had happened in the past week. Did they close their eyes and see Him hanging their in pain in agony?
Did they really even then understand that it was all part of God's perfect plan?
I cannot in any of my wildest imaginings begin to understand the pain and suffering they were going through. I would think that your own thoughts would be like those of someone on the brink of insanity just trying to take it all in, to try to reason it out in your mind.
This day all those thousands of years ago had to be one of deep torment and deep grief for those who loved Him and knew Him best.
BUT on that third day, oh wow! To have been there when they found out He was alive. To know that He arose and conquered death. He paid the final price and gave the ultimate sacrifice. And only after His death could they completely understand the purpose of His life.
Tomorrow is going to be a wonderful day of rejoicing in the fact that the grave could not hold Him. Death could not keep Him. He paid the ultimate sacrifice and He did it for each and everyone of us.
Happy Easter!
