I’m so grateful for what this day symbolizes. It’s crazy to think about what must have been going through the minds of the followers of Jesus on the Friday that he died. I don’t think I can imagine a bigger disappointment. The man they believed to be their savior and redeemer was dead. Was everything he preached a lie? Did he just pull a huge prank on the whole group of them, like some twisted joke?
Then, three days passed. Instead of grieving, there was rejoicing. Instead of disappointment and mourning, there was shock and awe, that Jesus was alive!
Three days makes all the difference.