Holy Saturday.The in-between.After the death of our Lord, before His Resurrection, on a day of rest, those who watched Him die faced confusion and grief.They lived with the not-knowing.Quiet and thoughtful; dark and grievous; lost and fearful.Even today…even though we know the end of the story…even though we receive the down payment of the Holy Spirit…even though we look ahead to His glorious return…even now we reside in a kind of in-between.I am here tonight.Waiting.Quiet.
Waiting with you, Ann. Even when we know how the story ends, you can feel the tension of the Saturday. Can you imagine how the disciples must have felt, not knowing?
I was so antsy all day yesterday. Going to church on Saturday night was so great–a whole bunch of people who simply couldn’t wait any longer to get on with the resurrection.
What a timely post. We have spent the past few months in a “holding pattern” of sorts with our son’s medical and educational issues. What a wonderful reminder that God’s plan always works out in His own time. Thank you 🙂