he says the following regarding today, the saturday between Good Friday and Easter:
"Saturday must have been a day of crushing disappointment.
It was a time when promises had been made but were not yet fulfilled. Jesus had said he would come back. He had said death wouldn’t be the end of the story. He had promised that if the temple of his body were to be torn down, it would be rebuilt.
But he hadn’t risen yet.
All day Saturday, Jesus’ spirit was in heaven with his Father and with the thief on the cross.
But for his disciples, Saturday was filled with nothing but loss.
Jesus’ body lay dead, decaying and cold. On Saturday, the rock in front of the tomb embodied the death of all their dreams and Jesus’ promise of a resurrection seemed absurd. Sunday was coming, but it wasn’t there yet.
I’m sure for the disciples, Saturday lasted way. too. long.
Jesus will come back. We will get to see our Savior’s face. What the enemy has destroyed will be restored. We will walk on streets of gold. I have more life with Lenya* in front of me than behind me. (*his 5 year old daughter who passed away)
But not yet.
It’s still Saturday.
And sometimes it seems as if it will last forever.
The trouble with Saturday is that we have no clue when it will end. Jesus specifically told us that no one but his Father knows the hour or the date of his return (Matthew 24:36), and none of us knows for certain when our day will come to die...
so we have to just trust that Sunday is on it's way."
i love this passage so much.
i think because the saturday in between so often isn't acknowledged.
but it really is such an important day, because it's the day we're living in today.
as Christians, we are patiently waiting for Christ to come back. we are patiently waiting for His second coming, for the day that we will be reunited with our Maker.
can you imagine what saturday must have been like?
think back to the loss of a loved one or a bad breakup or hard trial.
remember waking up the day after it happened?
hoping it was just a dream, a nightmare really, and that it didn't actually happen.
do you remember that aching pain?
that gut-wrenching weight upon your shoulders?
knowing deep down that it will get better, but for the time being feeling so distraught with sorrow.
imagine waking up the day after Jesus died on the Cross.
can you imagine the despair?
the ache of trying with your whole being to grasp that small glimmer of hope
but the pain of the loss still so very real.
a day of confusion.
a day of pain.
a day of waiting.
a day of patience.
a day of trust.
the already but not yet.
a day that we continue to live in.
but we know something the disciples didn't know.
we know what happens on Sunday.
and with that knowledge of Sunday, I'd like to think that our glimmer of hope is a bit bigger.
it may be a long time coming or it may be tomorrow,
but oh how our hearts should cling to that hope.
knowing that Jesus was raised from the dead
and knowing that he will come again.
knowing that death has been defeated
that our Saturday will end again and we will come face to face with the King.
what joy that should give us!!!
we know that saturday isn't the end
we know that Sunday is coming
our joy will come in the morning,
and oh what a morning that will be.
so take hope friends.
our days of pain and waiting
our days of patience and confusion
our days of grasping onto that hope with all we've got
have you ever thanked the Lord for your ears? you've maybe thanked him for the ability of hearing, but have you ever said "Thank you Lord for my ears" ? today i am thankful for my ears. i'm studying for my anatomy final and here is some of what i've learned: the pinna (auricle) is the outer ear that you see connected to your body. it is made of cartilage, which continues to grow until around the age of 40. then, gravity takes over and tugs on your earlobes so your ears keep "growing" until you die. have you ever looked at an old man's ears? they're huge. it's awesome!!! so the pinna gathers up sound waves and sends it inside the ear. isn't that cool?! sound waves hit every part of our body. they hit our foreheads, our hands, our knees. and yet the ear is the lucky part that gets to take it all in. not our mouths or the nostrils in our nose, but the silly looking things on the sides of our heads. they have the awesome role of gathering up the sound waves…
oh how my heart aches. i don't know how to respond or how to help or how to support. i know you're hurting. i know. i've been there too. i've felt it deep in my bones and i know nothing seems to help. but oh sweet girl Jesus can and does.
i know you can't hear him. and i know you can't feel him. but he loves you relentlessly. he so intricately and beautifully wove you. i know you don't see it and i know me writing this doesn't help you believe it. but it's true. it's oh so true friend.
a little over 20 years ago, he started weaving you. he wove your tiny little fingers, and painted each of your veins. he hand carved your bones and gave you such an intelligent little brain. he gave you dna and aligned your chromosomes just right. just for you my friend. he placed you in a loving home with parents who knew Christ. he gave you breath. he breathed his own into you. because he loves you. oh how he loves you.
i know you can't see it. i know you haven't heard h…