Easter Saturday. And there is silence. The body of Jesus lies in a tomb. Lives ruined, dreams in pieces.
It is in this gap, this in-between, in this waiting that would have tested the disciples. Jesus had told them to wait, that they would see Him again. But reeling from seeing Him crucified and dead must have caused them doubts and confusion. Their disbelief turning to unbelief. For some their disappointment leading them away from Jerusalem.
Life around them continuing on as normal. Yet for them everything has changed. And yet there is just silence.
This is where we often find ourselves. With unanswered questions and sorrow. A reality that we don’t want. Heaven silent. This is the moment when hope needs to anchor us, to keep us in faith and trust that even in the silence God is at work. Sean Feucht wrote “Most of our lives are lived on Holy Saturday. The space between promise and fulfillment, where we hang on to a Hope that never disappoints.” Hope transcends the boundaries of the present and propels our vision forward. It tells us to look beyond our visible reality to an invisible realm.
It tells us to hold on for Sunday’s coming.
“I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living! Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord” (Psalm 27:13-14)