The one they placed all of their hope in was gone. Saturday was the day they didn’t know if Jesus was coming back. He said He would, but He was now in a tomb. What were they supposed to do? What were they supposed to think?
I can’t be the only one who hasn’t thought that calling the Friday before Easter “good” made any sense whatsoever, can I? Nothing inherently good comes to mind of the events that happened on “Good Friday.” Let’s take a look at the… Continue Reading →