That Last Sabbath, An Easter Story
A different kind of rest was forthcoming.
But first, captives had to be released from
Hades and led to freedom.
But first, the bloodied and pierced radical
From Golgotha had to demand, not request,
The keys of death and of hell.
But first, the dine of demons in the devil’s banquet
In the regions beyond, had to be broken up; hell’s
party had to be reeled into a frenzy of disgust; and
Satan’s parade had to become a shattered disappointment.
But first, as the devil and demons rocked and rolled in hell, the Christ of Calvary rested on Saturday’s Sabbath; not home yet, but somewhere alone until Sunday.
And then! On Resurrection Morn, hell‘s scorning , the laughter of the beast, and the mourning of saints were compelled to cease! Messiah’s new message was born.
Friday’s stone was gone!
Saturday’s rest was done!!
The Temple’s curtain was torn!!!
It was shouting time on Sunday Morn!!!!
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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