The In-between

The day between Good Friday and Resurrection Day: Jesus was dead, and hope had died with Him. It must have been excruciating for Mary, as the shock of her firstborn's brutal murder wore off and the reality of his death set in. All of the prophecies, all of the moments she had treasured up were now cold and lifeless, entombed behind a stone as heavy as her grieving heart. Jesus' disciples had lost not only their beloved friend and teacher, but also their hope that Israel's long-awaited Messiah had finally come. One of them had betrayed Him, one had denied Him, all had fled in terror. It was over.

Even though He'd told them this would happen, even though they'd witnessed Him bring the dead back to life, they couldn't comprehend that the Messiah had to die so that death itself might die. Their joy was coming in the morning, but they couldn't see it yet.

They didn't know that dawn was coming.

Jesus said, "I have come into the world as a light, 

so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." 

John 12:46