Saturday. Stuck nicely between Friday and Sunday. But not just any Friday, or any Sunday, but this is the day between my Lord’s death and his triumphant resurrection. This must have been a dark day for the 11 remaining disciples. John had just witnessed the whole execution. Jesus had spoken directly to him while he hung dying: “Behold thy Mother!” Mary and Martha had seen their brother Lazarus raised up from the dead by Jesus. Why did he not save himself? He did not even try. He didn’t struggle. He just…gave up. Joseph and Nicodemus had to work quickly the day before, the day of the execution. After seeking permission from Pilate to take Jesus’ body, they had prepared him for the grave. Did his blood still stain their hands? It was bad business all together.