In the place where Jesus had been nailed to a cross, there was a garden with a tomb that had never been used. The tomb was nearby, and since it was the time to prepare for the Sabbath, they were in a hurry to put Jesus’ body there. John 19:41 & 42
Living on this side of Easter Sunday, it’s impossible to understand what Jesus’ followers were going through in the hours after Jesus died. Their worlds were turned entirely upside down. These were the darkest of days with absolutely no glimmer of hope.
It’s easier to be optimistic and hopeful when you know how the story ends. Even in the midst of the darkest of days, you can still hold on to that small glimmer of hope. You can keep moving, even when the whole world has crashed down around you.
If only we could know how our stories end. If only we could know that the darkness we go through today won’t last forever. If only we could know the final chapter.
Just like the story of Jesus doesn’t end in the tomb on that dark Saturday, our stories don’t end in the darkness surrounding us, either. No matter how impossible things seem, Sunday is eventually coming.
And everything will change.