Promises

When Jesus died on the cross (let's call it Friday), the grief that his friends felt must have been overwhelming.  Their lives were so tied to His.  Yes, He had warned them it was going to happen, but you can never really be prepared for sudden loss, no matter how much you think you are, it's been my experience. 

In a couple of days, Jesus came back from the dead.  Just as He had promised.  Over and over. 

But what about that day in between - Saturday?  How many minutes does that day contain where the sorrow was so debilitating that thought and life is just impossible?  I'm sure the promises Jesus made to His friends were played over in their minds.  I'm sure they really tried to remember that.  But then, you look over at the spot where He usually sat, or waited for the His response in a conversation, and He's not there.  That's a lot of minutes.  A lot of time to miss somebody. 

That's what I'm doing.  I'm living on Saturday - the day between grief and promise fulfilled.