This is a day of waiting. This is day that the disciples awoke to a changed world. He was dead. They had to be thinking things like, "I must still be dreaming...It was only a few days ago that the people were praising Him...What are we to do...I feel so helpless...He brought others back to life, but could he truly bring Himself back?"
This is a day to remember the sacrifice. It is a day to remember that there is nothing that we can do to bring Christ back. We are truly helpless without Him. It is a time to remember that with Him anything is possible...even victory over death!
Easter Saturday by Elizabeth Rooney
A curiously empty day,
As if the world's life
Had gone underground.
The April sun
Warming dry grass
Makes pale spring promises
But nothing comes to pass.
Anger Relaxes into despair
As we remember our helplessness,
Remember him hanging there.
We have purchased the spices
But they must wait for tomorrow.
We shall keep today
For emptiness and sorrow.
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