Worth the Wait

Holy Week.

Holy Thursday, we celebrate, we wash. Good Friday, we remember, we mourn. Easter Sunday, we rejoice, we  sing.

But what of Holy Saturday? What of the day between Christ’s death and His Resurrection? What do we do?

When I was younger, I would always forget about Holy Saturday. Christ died and then rose again in the morning! No, my mother would remind me, no, He rose in two mornings. Two mornings. A whole day of…nothing? Christ let us think He was gone forever, He let us mourn for a night, then a day, then a night again?

Isn’t that cruel, Mom, that He made us wait?

No, my mother would say, no. It isn’t cruel. It’s healing.

To wait is to mourn, to wait is to ache, to wait is to hurt.

But to wait is to heal, too. To wait is to let in comfort. To let in grace.

John tells us that in a garden was a tomb, and in the tomb, they laid their fallen Savior.

The next we hear from John, Mary Magdalene is visiting and discovering on Easter Morning.

Luke tells us that after the burial of Jesus, his family and friends dispersed, to honor the Sabbath by resting.

The next we hear from Luke, the women are visiting and discovering on Easter Morning.

What happened on Holy Saturday all those years ago?

Friday night into Saturday, the Sabbath. And no mourning is to take place during the Sabbath, to keep it holy and focused on God.

But what if the one you’re mourning is God? What if there is no God left to focus on during the Sabbath?

Christ is dead. God turned His back on His Son and His people. Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? Why have you forsaken us?

Christ is dead. Our God, our beloved Messiah, the Savior, the one we thought would come to save us, to redeem us, to free us…

is dead.

So what do we do?

We wait.

Hopeless, we wait. We wait without tears, without understanding, without comfort, we wait.

Now, we know Easter is coming. So we also wait with joyful anticipation. But those close to Jesus at the time of His death had no idea Easter would be the following morning, no idea that He would be back.

Imagine their grief, imagine their sorrow, their pain.

You see, dear reader, the joy and triumph is greater if the mourning is deeper. Imagine the faces of the disciples, of his friends, of his mother. All they had to do was wait for the morning.

So we wait.

We wait for our winter to pass, we wait for our problems to be resolved, we wait for Christ to come in glory and save us from our troubles and tears.

We wait.

To wait is to mourn, to wait is to ache, to wait is to hurt.

But to wait is to heal, too. To wait is to let in comfort. To let in grace.

Let the stillness and the silence of Holy Saturday comfort you. Hear more in the quiet than you ever thought you could, just listen. Let peace and grace slowly find their way into your heart.

Peace, be still. Mark.

Be still and know I am God. Psalms.

The Lord will fight for you, you have only to be silent. Exodus.

Wait for me, He asks us. Am I worth the wait? I have waited a lifetime for you, can you wait a day and night for me?

Wait for Him.

He’ll show up.

He always does.


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