Doubt

I'm not sure about Jesus

Holy saturday is the uncomfortable middle of life.

Jesus had died — but he had not ressurected yet.

Nobody was sure if he even would.

Was this the end?

We can celebrate now because we know the ending of the story. But the disciples did not.

The authorities were hunting them down.

They were in hiding. They drowned in deep doubt. They were scared.

Prior to the crucifixion, they could swear Jesus was the real thing. They heard the teachings. They witnessed the miracles. They staked their lives and reputations. They were so sure—

but he was dead.

Jesus died.

How could the Messiah die?

Holy saturday should be a time to put ourselves in the disciples shoes and understand the magnitude of sorrow and existential crisis they suffered.

It is the time to honestly ask ourselves what exactly must have happened to pull them out of hiding and speak with boldness about the gospel.

What happened between Saturday and the moment Peter stood up at Pentecost and spoke to thousands?

Because that man in Acts 2 is unrecognizable from the man who denied Jesus three times to save his own skin just days earlier.

Something didn't just comfort Peter — it transformed him. And that transformation happened in people who had every reason to stay hidden.

The resurrection accounts don't describe disciples who were gradually talked into belief.

They describe people who encountered something, and could not for the life of them shut up about it afterward — even when it cost them everything.