I shared this reflection last year on Holy Saturday, and as we approach Easter again, I felt led to share it once more. The power of the in-between is something we all walk through, and this reminder feels just as needed today. As believers, when it comes to Easter, we focus on Good Friday, when Jesus died for the sins of the world, and Easter Sunday, when He rose from the grave to defeat death once and for all. Both of these days deserve every ounce of our awe and celebration. They are the visible markers of love and victory—the cross where the price was paid and the empty tomb where death was disarmed. But what about the day in-between? What about Saturday? That ordinary, quiet, grief-stricken day between the heartbreak and the miracle. The day when heaven seemed silent and hope felt buried. The day most of us skip over… but shouldn’t. Because even though it looked like nothing was happening, everything was already in motion. Scripture gives us a glimpse behind the veil: “He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit. After being made alive, He went and made proclamation to the