Bible Passage: “Joseph bought a long sheet of linen cloth. Then he took Jesus’ body down from the cross, wrapped it in the cloth, and laid it in a tomb that had been carved out of the rock. Then he rolled a stone in front of the entrance. Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joseph saw where Jesus’ body was laid.” (Mark 15:46–47 NLT)
Scripture Reading: Mark 15:42-47; Matthew 27:62-66; Luke 23:50-56; John 19:38-42
Jesus’ final days did not catch Him off guard.
He knew He was about to die, so every day was packed with intention. Let’s rewind and review the past week:
- Palm Sunday demonstrated an upside-down Kingdom with a King arriving on a donkey.
- Passion Monday was a picture of calm under fire and was more than a table-turning but a Temple grand opening.
- Passion Tuesday was focused on imparting truth so His disciples would live rooted lives in an uprooted world.
- Passion Wednesday was a dark turn with the seeds of betrayal that grew into a sellout for silver.
- Maundy Thursday became an invitation into watchful prayer and deeper communion.
- Good Friday created a sacred space from Golgotha’s Cross for all time and all people.
The Passion Week ends with a dead Messiah, devasted disciples, and the demise of hope.
A sealed grave seemed to seal the fate of the disciples. Saturday’s silence provided more questions than answers. All they could do was grieve and wait.
I’m not a fan of waiting. I’m a fan of being on time and staying on schedule. But honestly, I’ve also done my share of making other people wait.
I recall a particular day when my daughter was participating in a science fair, and I had one simple duty: pick her up when it was over.
But for some inexcusable reason, I lost track of the time, and then it hit me:
I was late.
My heart sank, and so did my foot on the gas pedal. She patiently waited until her delinquent dad finally arrived. I felt terrible. She felt abandoned. I had some ground to make up to become “dad of the year.”
Maybe that’s a bit of what the disciples felt like on Saturday. All their hopes and dreams were dashed, and their hearts were heavy with grief and feelings of abandonment.
Yet, that emptiness and waiting can be a sacred liminal space where God can do His greatest work.
David’s words are a great reminder: “Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in Him.” (Psalm 62:5 NLT).
It probably seemed like an eternity for those long hours of Saturday’s silence.
But in the waiting, we can be sure that God is working.
He invites us to wait with Him and for Him because a sealed tomb can’t stop our Savior.
Prayer: Lord, in the seasons of silence, when I can’t see Your hand at work, help me be a man who trusts Your heart of love. Amen.
Reflection: Where in your life has it felt like God has been silent? What fears, doubts, and unanswered prayers still linger? How can you learn to trust God more in the silence and know His resurrection power dwells in you?
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