I was just thinking this weekend what the Saturday before Jesus’ resurrection must have been like.

The hysteria of the day Jesus was killed no doubt made the hours seem like minutes, blazing through the day and night in a whirl. But that Saturday must have been agonizing. Obviously it shouldn’t have been; Jesus’ disciples had been specifically told “they will kill me and bury me but I will rise again on the third day.”

And yet, based on the way they reacted when they first heard his tomb was empty, it’s likely Jesus’ followers spent the Saturday before His resurrection feeling absolutely defeated.

But that dark Saturday soon turned into a blissful Sunday. We know what happened there, so let’s skip ahead.

What was Monday like?

If Friday was terrifying, Saturday depressing and Sunday euphoric…what was Monday?

Laborious.

And I mean that in a good way.

Monday was the the first day after His resurrection. It was the “pinch yourself if you want, it’s still real!” day. It was the day to put the jumping for joy aside and get to work, because the Savior is risen and the world needs to hear about it.  Sunday wasn’t the ending, though we often simplify things as “He died, was buried and rose. Period.” as though the story ends on Sunday. No, the story BEGINS on Sunday. He died, was buried, rose, AND LIVES FOREVER WITH HIS SAINTS TO REIGN.

Monday’s the day when that wonderful truth sinks in.

Monday’s the day when we start preaching it far and wide.