The Sabbath (Saturday) was somber and depressing. Preparing spices and perfumes to complete a rushed burial was the only thing accomplished, mixed with quiet private discussions (Luke 23:55-56). No one had an appetite to talk or eat.
As Saturday’s early light covered the stars, groups of women who loved Jesus left to pour the perfume and spices they had prepared on Jesus’ body. On the way, one of the Marys asked, “How will we be able to enter the tomb? Joseph rolled a large stone over the entrance.” (23:50-54; Matthew 27:60-61; Mark 15:46)
“Perhaps the gardener will help us move it back,” another Mary answered.
Upon arrival, they found that the stone was already rolled away and the tomb was empty (24:2-3). That is when the brilliant angles appeared. Fear, confusion, and more questions rushed in, overwhelming their depression. “Why do you look for the living among the dead?” a rhetorical question that did not help until he added, “He is not here; he has risen!” (5-6).
Many times, a lack of listening brought unnecessary gloom. I should remember, “He is risen!” The early CCM artist, Carman, wrote these lyrics. “When problems try to bury you, make it hard to pray,
It may seem like Friday night, but Sunday’s on the way.”
