You hear people talk about Good Friday. You hear people talk about Maundy Thursday. And obviously, people talk about Easter Sunday. But no one ever says anything about Saturday. No one ever talks about what happens between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.

Probably because it had to be the worst day ever and there is nothing in it which to celebrate. Jesus is dead. Buried. And in the tomb. This is not a day where He died on the cross for us (which is only really powerful in reference to the Resurrection). This is not a day where the tomb is empty. This is the after everyone had betrayed Him, mocked Him, killed Him, and buried Him. This is the aftermath of that. This is the day where people who believed He was the Messiah tried to resolve themselves to His death. This is the day where His beloved disciples and family tried to figure out what His death meant in light of everything they knew to be True about Him. This was a day- seemingly- without hope.

In the old hymn, "Were you there?" one of the verses goes "Were you there when the sun refused to shine?" This is that verse. Saturday is that day. The day without Sun. Or Son. The day without hope. The day of defeat. The day with no redemption. Where the awfulness of Christ's death on the cross was real. And final. And so true.

Can you imagine living in that Saturday? Can you imagine living, even just for 24 hours, in a world without hope? Without promise of redemption? Can you imagine what it must have felt like to be TRULY hopeless.

I don't even dare....because I think it would be too awful.

How amazing is it that, we don't live in Saturday? We don't dwell in a world where the Sun refuses to shine. We may say that we feel hopeless, but truly, we are never really hopeless.

So when you feel down, and out, and like you are at the end of it all, and the world is black, and you feel abandoned. Remember that Saturday- remember the despair of that day. And hold out.

Beacsue the Son rose that next morning.