Friday was day one. Saturday was day two.
Friday evening was quiet. Saturday was sad.
On Friday the devils danced. On Saturday the demons feasted.
On Friday the disciples fled. On Saturday they wept.
On Friday heaven’s finest Son died and was buried. On Saturday he spoke not a word.
On Friday the angels lowered their heads. On Saturday they kept their vigil.
But on Sunday, on the third day, in the predawn hours, in the heart of Joseph’s tomb, the heart of Jesus began to beat.
- MAX LUCADO