This is Black Saturday

Black Saturday—this day is heavily melancholic because this is the second day of Jesus’ death.  Being in darkness here does not pertain mainly about Jesus’ death now but also about His friends; His loved ones who really cared and believed in Him.  Why?  If I was in their sandals, I would feel the following:

Disbelief. It is very hard to lose someone—a friend, a relative, a lover. This Black Saturday, Jesus’ friends felt the same way, too.  The Savior they believed was already dead.  They could not believe what they saw.  They could not believe that after all this time of seeing miracles, saving other people, and preaching for goodness sake, here, now, He’s dead.

Faithless. Do you think they ever thought of what Jesus said to them? That He will rise after three days?  No.  They even did not notice Him along the road to Emmaus. They forgot everything.  All they could think of is how to escape in that cruel place away from the people who persecuted Jesus.  They might have even blamed their selves why they had to suffer that kind of situation.

Fear. Or shall I say, intensely frightened.  At that time, they felt unsecure for they know how hard it was to suffer. As if they do not expect what will happen.  Yes, they do not know as if they were not told.

I can say that the essence of this Black Saturday is for us to know that we will experience pain.  All of us at least once in our life will have to say farewell to the ones we love most.  All of us may feel like quitting, that as if we see other people making us small and pathetic. But, we must always remember that at times when we don’t know what to do and at time when we feel like fallen and forgotten, surprises from heaven will come much higher than we expect… or the surprises we don’t expect the most.

This Black Saturday serves a lesson in life that we all are seeing signs.  We all are told everyday what we will be in the future.  Our destiny is already written in the hands of God.  Even the ones who say they can change their destiny also are foretold that they will do so.  But we refuse to believe.  We are too busy building our own pride; we are too busy making our own ways to make us happy all the time.  We forget to trust the One who really molds us.  We forget that in every suffering we share, every tear we shed has their signs, signs that we are persons experiencing what’s best for us in the eyes of God.  We need not to understand all that’s happening to us.  We just need to trust.  As one book says, “Congratulate yourself when you don’t understand everything, for you will not learn anything by just understanding.”  In all the hardships we encounter, know that we’re not alone, and know that in Him, we are assured.

Live. Love. Cry. Believe…