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Easter – Saturday
It's Saturday - the Sabbath for a proper Jew. No working, no nothing. But these are desperate times, and some loose ends needed tying.
A request was sent to Pilate for an audience on this Saturday after the horrible Friday.
A request was sent to Pilate for an audience on this Saturday after the horrible Friday.
The
chief priests and scribes all gathered in mass in Pilate’s waiting room anxious
to lay their request before him.
He
finally appeared. They presented the request.
“Sir,
we remember that the man Jesus said that ‘after three days I will rise again.’
“We
humbly and strongly request that his burial tomb be made secure until the third
day; otherwise, his disciples may go and take his body and then say, “He
has risen, like he said he would.”
Pilate
was done with this. “You have your own
contingent of soldiers. Go and make it
as secure as you can.”
And
they went and sealed the stone.
Meanwhile
…
His
disciples were nowhere to be seen. Their
leader was dead. They saw for
themselves, at a distance of course. And
now what?
Rumor
has it that some are hiding in a cave on the outskirts of town. Others disappeared into some of the smaller
villages nearby.
All
we know for sure, they weren’t anywhere to be found on this Saturday.
Their
hopes were dashed. Their leader was
dead. Their crusade had crumbled before
it even got off the ground.
And
that is how this Saturday played out.
Hope Encouragement Inspiration
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