I’ve always had a soft place in my heart for this day. Saturday. The 2nd day. Right in the middle of two of the most important days for a Christian. It’s the day after the vicious murder of Jesus Christ and the day before our salvation became a reality.
Saturday is the waiting room. The dark. The unknown. The quiet. Many times life can feel like that. Stuck in between knowing you’re going to be ok and actually being…ok.
I appreciate that Saturday. The day that gets little talk or acknowledgement because it’s uneasy. It’s rough. It’s ugly. It’s the nervous knot in your stomach before you give your life to Christ. But I’m so thankful for that day for it’s as opposite to Heaven as can be. It’s the last day in history before grace appeared. Salvation through the risen body of Christ.
On that Saturday the victory was unknown. Hearts were broken. Souls were scared. Minds clinging to hope. The guards were in place. The body was wrapped. The rock held the tomb sealed. But not for long.
If you feel like that Saturday, or if your mind gets stuck under that tomb-sized rock, understand that you’re not alone. But remember that the rock rolled away. Jesus rose from the deep, dark, death and one beautiful day, we will also rise. Rise from death, from despair, from sin, sadness, from being stuck in that “Saturday” of life. Rising into His arms for all eternity.
May you rise this Easter morning with peace, strength, love, and faith. Live now with the freedom and power given to us through the Holy Spirit. Even if your faith is as small as a mustard seed.