For us it’s all about waiting: we’ve had Good Friday, the sun sets and night comes, and we wait for Sunday to come.
But what about then? Peter and Mary and the others weren’t waiting, for them it was all over. They had followed Jesus all the way to Jerusalem, ready for anything except what actually happened. They were ready for triumph and victory, they were even ready for war and uprising and violent death, but they weren’t ready for weak, shameful defeat. But here they are on Saturday, Jesus is dead, hope is gone and they sit in silence. Not waiting, just despairing.
Maybe that’s why today does feel weird. Something of that empty despair resides, with a silent, not-yet-empty tomb.
But, the good news is coming, and we’re ready for it. We do know how the story is going to end, and so we sit, waiting in the silence, and we look forward to the sunrise and the empty tomb that’s coming tomorrow.
In summary: glad to know what’s coming.