Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last.
Luke 23:46
At noon it was finished. The Son’s ultimate act of obedience, trust, and love was done. He knew the arc of the story. And that it wasn’t entirely complete. He knew Sunday was coming.
But, His followers didn’t. He’d told them He’d rise again, but they weren’t really expecting Him to die. So I can’t help but think they spent Friday night and Saturday wondering what they’d gotten wrong about Jesus.
Those 36- or so- hours must have been absolutely crushing.
Thank you Jesus, that Friday was not the end of the story.
