Jesus waited three days to come back to life. It was perfect!
If he had only waited one day, a lot of people wouldn't have even heard he died.
They'd be all “Hey Jesus, what up?”; and Jesus would probably be like “What up? I died yesterday!”; and they'd be all “Uh ... you look pretty alive to me, dude.”.
And then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the dude'd be like “Uhh ... okay; whatever you say, bro.”.
And he's not gonna come back on a Saturday. Everybody's busy: doing chores, workin‘ the loom, trimmin’ the beard.
No! He waited the perfect number of days: three.
Plus, it's Sunday; so everyone's in church already.
And they're all in there like “Oh no; Jesus is dead”.
And then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin' up the aisle, everyone's totally psyched — and FYI, that's when he invented the high five.
That's why we wait three days to call a woman: because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait.