We are in the quiet time of Saturday

We are in the quiet time of Saturday. the day before the resurrection of Jesus.
They all knew there was a difference.
They saw and observed the horrific death of Jesus.
They observed the skies changing colors into deep darkness.
They knew something was taking place and even Jesus had told them it would happen.
Often, we go into denial when we are told news that our heart can’t take.
Listening but not taking it in emotionally.
I often think of Mary and Joseph.
Weeping and watching at the foot of the cross.
Any mother would be desperate to see her son not in pain or agony.
She knew he was different. She knew the prophecies were coming.
She was watching too.
I often think of Peter. Knowing he denied Jesus his friend, three times.
I often think of Judas. Knowing he betrayed Jesus, and his guilt was too much for him.
I often think of the disciples all watching, waiting and wondering.
I often think of Mary Magdalene, who found value and beauty through this Man called Jesus.
He believed in her and did not want her to go back to her old ways.
Now Jeus was in the tomb.
It was dark and the stone that was placed in front of it was just an example of the fears of the leaders.
Would he, could he, be able to move the stone?
The leaders felt for sure they made it difficult.
The quiet of Saturday was preparing all for the rejoiceful Sunday to come.
So much happened and so much to take in.
I would imagine the disciples talked among themselves about the times shared with him,
We often do that when someone we care for is no longer present in our lives.
We remember, we share, we find opportunity to honor that person who we cared for.
I wonder if they felt that too.
Oh, I wonder about even Jesus when on the cross he said, “FATHER” knowing HE was not seen or accepted.
The woundedness was horrible and the sorrow was deep.
There is so much I wonder about.
We are in the quiet time of Saturday the day before the resurrection of Jesus, and all would see the hope given to us soon..