The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. But they rested on the Sabbath in obedience to the commandment. Luke 23:55-56.
Jesus, the one they loved, was dead. They must have been exhausted, in shock, grieving. Yet they were faithful. They were faithful to him as they prepared the spices and perfumes for his body. And they were faithful to God as they waited and rested on the Sabbath. Perhaps they who had known him so well, who had seen him raise Lazarus, felt that something would happen. Or perhaps not. Either way, they remained faithful.
And so we too wait for Sunday, sometimes grieving, but trusting, going about the work we’ve been given, believing somehow the stone-sealed tomb is not the final word.