Are we still living like it's Easter Saturday on Resurrection Sunday

Another Easter Sunday is here—the day that Christians around the world celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Resurrection—the act of restoring and giving new life. It is revitalization. Revival. Renewal. It is the act of bringing something back to life and restoring its strength.

Through Jesus, all who believe are given the opportunity to exchange our old wounds, beliefs, behaviors, thoughts, attitudes, hurts, grief, lack, mistakes, and wrongdoings for a new way of being. We can hope again. Live again. Bloom again.

That is one of the most powerful gifts ever given.

God, in His infinite wisdom, gave us a weekend that transformed everything we could ever imagine.

Friday—the day He was crucified.

Saturday—the day of mourning. The day when it felt like all hope was lost. Hope for restoration was stripped away like wax from a floor. It was dark, cloudy, and heavy with grief. Saturday was filled with fear and hiding. Even those who walked closely with Jesus—who witnessed His miracles and felt His love intimately—retreated into the shadows. They felt betrayal. They lost trust.

And then…

Sunday morning.

The declaration that echoes through faith spaces across the world: He rose again with all power in His hands.

He conquered death, took the keys from hell, and now sits at the right hand of God—ready and willing to intercede on our behalf.

This is the story. This is what Easter is all about.

By His stripes, we are healed.

Every lash He endured represented our shame, our feelings of unworthiness, our past mistakes, and even the ones yet to come. It carried our brokenness, our hidden pain, our unforgiveness, and our despair. Every strike of the whip reflected the weight of our human condition.

And still—Jesus chose to endure it all…for us.

He knew who we would be long before we were formed. God is not shocked by who we are.

So today, I ask: Why do we continue to live with a Saturday state of mind?

Some of us are sitting in church this very Easter Sunday with a Saturday spirit.

Saturday represents hopelessness. Despair. Mistrust. Unworthiness. It keeps us stuck in cycles—doing what we’ve always done yet expecting different results.

But Jesus was crucified once—so we would never have to experience spiritual defeat again.

So why do we keep placing Him back on the cross? Or better yet, why do we believe we must carry our own private crucifixion?

We are redeemed—if we accept it.

Yet we still worry. We still hide, like the disciples did on Saturday.

We beat ourselves up. We dwell in regret. We carry the weight of choices we’ve made.

We live in unforgiveness. AND in doing so, we fail to fully honor His sacrifice.

The truth is many of us are still living in the despair of Easter Saturday instead of fully embracing the sacrifice of Resurrection Sunday.