Saturday.
The day of darkness. Hope extinguished, life uncertain, fear growing, and confusion everywhere.
But Sunday is coming.
Sometimes we find ourselves in seasons like this Saturday, this silent day between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. Seasons where hope feels hard to find, and we’re not quite sure when the Light will come.
I imagine the disciples felt pretty lost that day. I’m sure some of you feel lost today.
So as we wait in eager expectation for Easter’s arrival and as we trust in the joyful promise of the empty tomb, know that I’m praying for you — for the situations you’re walking through right now where hope still feels so far away.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” – John 1:5
The darkness will NEVER overcome the light.
Sunday is coming.
I kept thinking on these thoughts late last night, and I asked the Lord, “Why Saturday? Why prolong the Resurrection a whole day? Why wait while Your disciples wept?”
And then it hit me — silence softens your ear to hear a whisper.
A friend & I decided the other day that perhaps it’s the coldness of winter that truly readies us for the warmth of spring, that dry seasons may fuel our excitement for new life, and that stormy days can teach us to love clear skies.
I don’t believe that this day between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday could have been a waste, for the time spent waiting accentuated the power of the Resurrection and heightened the wonder of seeing Christ’s scars.
You see, our time in the desert deepens our desire for water. A period of darkness exposes us to the beautiful, blinding brightness of light.
Hallelujah! Sunday is coming, but take heart —
Saturday wasn’t (and isn’t) wasted.