The Worst Saturday
I am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life.
John 8:12 (NAS)
Imagine the Saturday following Jesus' crucifixion. Where were His twelve disciples? One betrayed Him and committed suicide. The remaining eleven abandoned Jesus during His ordeal. They didn't even claim His corpse.
Instead, two secret disciples, Joseph of Arimathea, a wealthy man, and the Pharisee Nicodemus, boldly came forward to honor Jesus in death.
Meanwhile, His eleven closest friends were hiding in fear, loneliness, confusion, and remorse. If Jesus' crucifixion was His most brilliant hour, it was their darkest. Not only was their Rabbi--the Messiah!--murdered with a terrible death, but they deserted Him during His ordeal. Peter, Christ's boldest disciple, became the most cowardly.
None of us can realize the sacrifice of Jesus and the despair of His disciples, but we must remember their darkest hour when we sink into our own. On that Saturday, Jesus' body was resting in His tomb. The disciples were mourning.
But God was preparing the greatest miracle in the history of the world--one that would change everything: Resurrection!
As the sun never fails to rise upon our darkest nights, so the Son never fails to rise for every desperate soul who calls upon Him.
Have we betrayed someone or has someone betrayed us? Either way, Jesus comes. Not only that, but He turns our ashes into beauty, our mourning into dancing, our guilt into innocence. That worst Saturday became mankind's best Sunday...
So, hang in there. 'Hang' on your own small cross for a moment, because Jesus hung on His to free you for eternity.
'For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory' (2 Corinthians 4:17). Your brightest blessings will follow your darkest days.