“And a man named Joseph, who was a member of the Council, a good and righteous man (he had not consented to their plan and action), a man from Arimathea, a city of the Jews, who was waiting for the kingdom of God; And he took it down and wrapped it in a linen cloth, and laid Him in a tomb cut into the rock, where no one had ever lain. It was the preparation day, and the Sabbath was about to begin. Now the women who had come with Him out of Galilee followed, and saw the tomb and how His body was laid. Then they returned and prepared spices and perfumes.

And on the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment.”
Luke 23:50, 51, 53-56 NASB

Emotionally, the disciples needed a sabbath. As much as they had been through in the past 24 hours, their hearts were shattered. Minds numb, bodies exhausted from crying, they sat around in different corners of the room doing what all of us do when we mourn. They cried. They stated blankly at the wall. They tried to remember through the events and sift for clues to see what they could have done differently. They blamed themselves, they blamed others. They especially blamed Judas.

But for all their talk and ‘what if’s’ they still weren’t listening to the words Jesus had spoken to them.

Sure, they remembered His claims that He would be handed over and executed, but that never seemed right. Maybe He was just being dramatic or speaking in metaphors again. But it really happened. He was dead. Wrapped up, sealed away in the ground. Dead.

He had been the One to disrupt funerals and raise the dead. But never anything like this…

••••••••
‘I guess I get my boat out of dry dock and start fishing again.’

‘Maybe I can start back at the tax office.’

‘I hope my father-in-law has a job for me.’
••••••••

Friday night turns into Saturday morning and someone finally realizes they haven’t eaten since the Passover meal. Not really hungry, but not knowing what else to do, they share some matzah and cold lamb. They weren’t supposed to leave any of it after the meal, but Jesus didn’t even drink the fourth cup, they never finished the Seder…

•••••••
‘I guess we jut wait until the coast is clear and we all head home.’

‘Yeah, whatever “home” means now…’

‘I know, nothing’s ever going to feel right anymore.’
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And so they waited.
And we wait, too.

As Dr. Campolo is famous for saying (among other things),
“It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!”