Technically, it's still Friday but God has been speaking to me about tomorrow. I had to write this out and post it before sleep makes me forget. :)
On Friday we mourn and on Sunday we rejoice but happened to Saturday? On Saturday there is silence. What was Saturday like? Imagine being one of the disciples, maybe you understood that Jesus was going to be resurrected but maybe you were just as confused as everyone else. If it were me, I would have had a head full of doubts. It wouldn’t matter how many times Jesus mentioned His death, the crucifixion would have shocked me. Whenever I experience great shock, silence follows. What if I had even spent multiple years walking with Jesus (God incarnate), witnessing countless miracles, and growing to love the only perfect human being that ever lived? What would I have felt when I witnessed His excruciating death? Oh, the confusion! Oh, the heartbreak and oh the inevitable despair!
What if at one time, I had believed the prophesied resurrection? Could I maintain unshakeable faith during the crucifixion or the silence of Saturday? The answer is still, “No.” I would have doubted.
The reality is that I have walked with Jesus for many years, I have witnessed miracles by the power of His Holy Spirit. I’ve heard promises of what He has for me to accomplish for His Kingdom. I’ve believed but oh, the weakness of my faith. Sometimes it feels an awful lot like Saturday. On Saturday, it’s too easy for me to focus on the silence and forget His promises. On Saturday, I forget that Friday happened and that Sunday is coming. Nothing can stop Sunday. Nothing can stop the glory of His coming! Silence does not require despair. Silence is an opportunity to remember and to prepare.
Our lives are nothing more than a small sentence in God’s story. He’s called each of us, welcomed us into His family by the blood of the lamb. He’s even called each of us to live through Saturday. Though there is silence on this day, it doesn’t mean that His plan isn’t unfolding. Jesus died on Friday, and lay in the ground on Saturday but His resurrection was always going to be the culmination of the story. There is another Sunday on it’s way and on that day, “Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is Lord.” It doesn’t matter what circumstance we’re facing, Jesus is coming and that was always the point of our lives anyway. Hallelujah, thank you, Jesus! Come soon, Lord!
Living for more,
Abby :)
PS. To my grammar nazi and English major friends, I did not proofread this. :)
