…Saturday was silent.  

They gathered together in an upper room.  Only the muffled sound of weeping could be heard.  It was the sabbath, and so they rested.  If you could call it that.  They were exhausted from despair and jumped at every sound outside the door fearful that the guards would come for them next.  Their minds were racing with questions.  "Why?" "How, O God, was this possible?" "Were they wrong about who they thought He was?"  No, they knew who he was.  They had seen all that he had done.  They begged God for some sort of explanation…but God was silent.  Because He knew something they didn’t know.  

Sunday was coming.