Silent Saturdays
Romans 6:4
We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life.
The agony and heartbreak that Jesus' mother and His disciples surely felt on that Good Friday so long ago are unimaginable. Yet as horrible as that day was, I always wonder if that next day, Silent Saturday, was worse. On Good Friday, could Jesus' followers have been in denial and disbelief, too shocked to process what was happening right in front of them? Could pieces of their heart still have hoped He'd miraculously come down from that cross and conquer the Romans once and for all?
But what about that next day? When no one could look upon Jesus' face or hear His voice? Imagine the day after a funeral and burial when the finality and silence set in. Imagine the anguish, confusion, and hopelessness when Jesus' story had played out in a way His friends hadn't fully expected and couldn't comprehend. We spend Saturday knowing that Resurrection Sunday is just hours away; the disciples spent Saturday knowing only a drastic end to all the hope they had clung to.
My hope, on this final day of Lent, is to give up those human doubts that sometimes tell me, "This will never get better. This is it. Things will always be this way." I will work to believe that the Silent Saturdays of my life--the times of confusion, waiting, and discouragement--are each preludes to a Resurrection Sunday, where God will take what appears dead and hopeless and command it to rise into unstoppable life.
John 11:25
Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.
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