Over the Easter weekend I was thinking a lot about Easter Saturday. The gospels do not tell us much about that day, other than it was the Sabbath so a day of rest. I often find that it is when you have time to rest and reflect on things that you can begin to feel and process distress, panic and sadness. So, we can only imagine how Jesus's followers were feeling.
They had hoped Jesus was the Messiah come to rescue Israel (Luke 24:21). And now their hope was gone and for some of them their faith had gone too. Not only were they grieving the horrific death of their friend, but also having to realign all they believed. It is hard for us, knowing the joy of Easter Sunday, to comprehend the depths of the despair they must have been feeling.