Jesus is in the tomb.
His followers sit and stare, grief-stricken, dazed, frightened.
They think it’s over. They think joy and hope have died.
We know it isn’t; we know they haven’t. We’re just waiting for tomorrow’s celebration. So it’s hard for us to put ourselves in their place.
And yet …
sometimes a loss hits us so hard that all we can do is sit and stare, grief-stricken, dazed, frightened; sometimes it seems that joy and hope have died, and that they have no chance to rise again.
So maybe we do know something of how they felt.
“Sunday’s coming,” we say.
But sometimes it doesn’t come tomorrow. Sometimes we have to wait a long time.
Give us grace to live faithfully, when we must, in the darkness of Saturday.