George is amazing. Raised as a catholic, he knows more about Jewish culture, tradition & religion than any Jew I have known. He knows the timing of the Sabbath meant Jesus was actually arrested on a Tuesday or something. The crucifixion & burial weren't just rushed over any Sabbath...it has to do with the particular day of the week the Pesach fell in that particular year... I don't know all of these things, but I am in awe of his knowledge & the knowledge of others surrounding this. I just know as a kid, the timing never worked out for me that Friday to Sunday wasn't 3 days, nor was the Jewish Sabbath on Sunday morning as we Christians observe.
On the day before the resurrection, I think of Jesus' followers...His beloved, His mother, His friends. They had spent years with Him, believed in Him...even listened to Him teach in the latter part of His ministry how He was going to come back. Whatever the calendar says, I take this Saturday to ponder their helplessness & hopelessness. Christ has been dead for 2 days & some of the terror & numbness must surely have been wearing off. "Reality" must have been settling in... I take this day of the year to ponder their position & to reflect upon mine. How often do I feel abandoned by God...hopeless & helpless...just before the hour He acts? I ponder anew how often I feel dejected, disappointed, cast down...just before He does something new & amazing ! I am not alone...
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