Sometimes, it feels like we are living in the “Saturday.”
There was Friday (it was bitter, but good) and there was Sunday (we Know Christ is Risen) – but what do we do with right now?
He Lives. The Victory is won. But there is still pain; there is still sorrow in the World.
It feels like we know Friday happened, we know he promised to rise in three days. We know He fulfiled that promise and in fact did rise on that First Easter Morning. Now we are living in the “in-between” – in the light of his Promise to return again. A Saturday of sorts?
Waiting, with hope, for Sunday? He is coming back.
I don’t point out our current Saturday situation simply to reflect on the downtrodden and weary issues of the day. I say it with a sense of wonder and hope; a sense of anticipation and excitement.
Easter reminds me how glorious it must have been to first discover the grave was empty. And if the grave could not contain him – death has no power. In this Saturday, what do we have to fear?
With an empty grave and death losing its sting – I can’t help but hold a transfixed eye on the Savior who is Perfect Love.
There are no more powerful credentials he could present that that of keeping the first promise to rise. One Marvelous day, we will once again see with our eyes, the Risen Lord. His word is good. His promises hold strong.
It was Friday. It may be Saturday, but we Know – Sunday’s a Comin’.