YESTERDAY IT WAS REPEATED WITH JOY, “IT’S FRIDAY… BUT SUNDAY’S COMIN!”
Friday was heavy. It was dark and long and all hope seemed lost. When Jesus breathed his last everything seemed to shatter, and the pieces didn’t come back together nearly as quickly as we pretend they did.
WE FORGET THAT HEAVEN HELD ITS BREATH IN A HOLY PAUSE THAT WE DON’T LIKE OR UNDERSTAND.
It makes us squirm when we think about it, and so we tend to simply not. But as broken and long and hard as we find Friday to be; we simply cannot skip over Saturday in anticipation for Sunday morning. We can’t because Yahweh didn’t. He surely could have designed history to proclaim, prophesize, and anticipate two days instead of three. He could have, and he didn’t.
IT MATTERS THAT WE REMEMBER HOW YAHWEH LET THE SILENCE LINGER.
There is so much purpose to his design. He let the ones closest to Jesus wake up and live a whole day with no answers, no direction. He let them wonder. He let them hurt. He let them long for a different end to the story. He gave them the chance to remember.
And as if one whole day of quiet was not enough, Yahweh took it one step further and designed that day to be the Sabbath (Luke 23:56). The Sabbath was a day of required rest for the Jewish people and it started on Friday night at sundown. The most tragic day in history was followed immediately by a day of quiet rest. Jewish law prohibited the people to do anything unnecessary. It was not a day for work, for leisure, or for adventure. But rather, for reflection, peace and stillness.
AND THERE JUST HAS TO BE A REASON THAT YAHWEH LET THIS DAY BE SILENT. HE WASTES NOTHING, YOU KNOW. HE ASSIGNS PURPOSE AND VALUE TO EVERY SINGLE BREATH YOU BREATHE. HE HAS DESIGNED EVEN THE DARKEST MOMENTS OF YOUR LIFE FOR YOUR GOOD AND HIS GLORY.
Isn’t this very weekend evidence of that?
Though I have it in my head that God’s provision must equal my comfort, Holy Saturday reminds me that following Jesus is anything but comfortable. It is sticky, and messy, and sometimes really, really hard. It reminds me that sometimes I want answers that the Lord isn’t ready to give. It reminds me that sometimes I have to sit in the thickness of unanswered prayer, and wait longingly for things I am unsure I will receive.
On a day of unanswered hope, would you let it be just that? Would you let the cavities of your heart feel the weight of a supposed Savior who seemed lost for good? Would take time today, even if only a moment, to press into the significance of this silent Saturday? Would you press into the prayers of your heart that feel unanswered? The desires that seem looked over?
ULTIMATELY, MAY THE SILENCE OF THIS DAY SHARPEN YOUR SENSITIVITY TO HIS VOICE, KNOWING THAT SOON HEAVEN WILL EXHALE AND THE SILENCE WILL BE BROKEN WITH THE MOST GLORIOUS NEWS IMAGINABLE.