Why did he die?
All his power, but he did nothing?
Tolerance unheard of
Solemn Saturday. Stinky Saturday. Super Unawesome Saturday. Terrible Saturday. (You see how that last matches up with Good Friday? It’s like aliteration, but with the letter directly after second word’s starting letter starting the first word. See how clever that was now? 😉 )
Whatever you call it this had to be the worst day for just about everyone.
For the disciples: though you can imagine the days merging into one, the horrible reality of death must have hit hard on Super Unawesome Saturday.
For those who listened to Jesus’ teachings: they must have been sad as only those on the outside can. Not close enough themselves to be sad as family, but close enough to be sad for the family, and themselves.
For the Pharisees: well, we can only speculate here, because it depends on if they really did have Righteousy Guts of Steel, and could kill in the Lord’s name. If they believed that they’d done good, then they probably had a good day wondering why everyone else was so sad.
(One can always hope that they spilled coffee on their laps as they drove to the office, though.)
But God just whispered the word “wait” to everyone’s hearts. Just wait.