Saturday was silent. Jesus Christ was dead. The tomb was sealed. Hope looked finished. But Sunday was coming. Saturday is where faith either dies or deepens.
Jesus Christ could have called legions of angels. He didn't. The nails didn't hold Him to the cross. Love did. That's the sacrifice nobody comprehends.
Judas kissed Jesus Christ knowing soldiers waited. Betrayal doesn't always look like enemies. Sometimes it's the inner circle who hands you over for silver.
You're the vehicle passing by, telling everyone about Jesus Christ. You're not the destination. You're the transport delivering them to the One who is.