The Day Between

I wonder about the middle day. That day between Jesus' death and His resurrection.

Judas has hanged himself. Peter has denied Christ and is, no dout, wallowing in his shame. The horror of the crucifixion is complete. Jesus' body is sealed in the tomb.

It's the Sabbath. Laws are kept.

It seems all hope is lost. The world declares victory.

What a dreadful, dark day for Jesus' followers.

I wonder if their thoughts continually turned toward times spent with Jesus. I wonder if they would've given anything to have Him back in the midst of them. I wonder if they wanted things just like they were before His death.

I wonder if in the forefront of their minds they silently begged, Give me Jesus.