Saturday was a day of rest, but also of helplessness. The prophet they had trusted was dead, the men were hiding, and the women couldn't even have the closure of completing the burial.
There are times you can act, and times you can do nothing. When Jesus hung on the cross, he couldn't swat away the flies.
Wait and endure and hope. There we have the advantage over the disciples: they had no hope. But helplessness we all share in. It needn't be always bad--babies are helpless too.
As a little contrast, the Pharisees seem to have indulged in a little business on the Sabbath (I wonder how they justified that?): they asked Pilate for a guard, and were told to set one up. They thought they weren't helpless.
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