The Cross!

The day was silent. The day between the death and resurrection. No one understood. They were in mourning. Would what He prophesied really come true? They couldn’t see it. They were too devastated at what they’d witnessed the day before. Their beloved crucified brutally beyond recognition. How could it be? Why didn’t He save Himself? How’d they survive without Him?

It was the day of rest, so they rested and mourned. No one understood. They wanted to speak to the only one who did, but He was gone. How could they survive without Him?

But Sunday was coming! Prophecy fulfilled, the crucified lamb would rise! All would be right again, better in fact. Nothing would be the same. Forever our savior, forever our spotless lamb, forever the One who was and is to come! Jehovah! Beloved! Our One and only. The One who is always with us. The One who forever broke the separation of the grave! Our all in all! Our eternal savior who made all things new.

The anticipation of Heaven must have been palpable. The angels waiting eagerly for the greatest show on earth. It was quiet, but Sunday was coming!