Saturday

Silence
Darkness

We’ve been through Maundy Thursday

And Good Friday

We anticipate Easter Sunday

But today – Saturday 

Silence
Darkness

The silence hangs in the air like a thick fog.

Jesus’ friends weren’t saying much to each other. 

The hours had dragged by ever so slowly. 

Jesus was crucified. 

The blood dripping from his wounds marked the time until He died. 

His body had been removed from the cross. 

A friend had offered his tomb. 

Jesus would be buried quickly, but quietly. 

His friends would return and finish His burial later.

No one knew what to say. 

Silence is hard. 

We don’t do grief well. 

We love words.

We love to worship. 

We love to sing.

We hate the silence. 

If there is a pause in the worship flow, a silence in the liturgy, people will start coughing and clearing their throats just to hear some signs of life.

But silence is what we are living in today.

The silence of knowing what’s going to happen and knowing there’s nothing we can do about it. 

The silence of knowing this is what our sin costs. 

The silence of knowing we’re complicit every bloody, brutal step of the way.

There’s nothing we can say.

Like creation before the beginning.

Darkness

Formless and void

Until… LIGHT

On this Saturday, 

we wait in silence, 

we wait for God to speak “Peace.”