Saturday….. The day Jesus body laid dead & lifeless in the tomb.
Saturday… Creation held its breath. Was the hope of restoration gone?
Saturday…His gut-wrenched followers knew not what to do with their brokenness. Was there purpose to continue to relate together as family? Would the many wrongs of that previous night be too much to ever allow them to trust to one another again? Should they return to their previous family? Had the miraculous work among the poor and sick been for naught?
Saturday… The day your first name becomes “doubting”… The day you become known for denial of the greatest love of your life. Saturday is the day not just of broken dreams, but of lost hope. The kind of hopelessness that brings about the darkest thoughts and fears. Saturday…the day you hang yourself.
Saturday … The day given to us to remind us that the world is drowning in THE Saturday. We move so quickly to Sunday as though it were all about ourselves, we forget to sit and be WITH the ones around us stuck in Saturday….They have lost hope, all around them darkness closes in.
Saturday… The day the followers of Jesus remember that he came to save us so that we could be the hope, so that we could be the light that loudly proclaims in word and deed:
“Oh, but Sunday is coming…”