In between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday is #HolySaturday. Jesus is buried. A day when God seems silent. A day when the exhale of the death of Good Friday has stilled, and, quiet.

In between the catatrophe of Friday and the eucatastrophe of Sunday is the almost unbearable waiting of Saturday.

We live in a #HolySaturday world. A world in waiting. A world groaning in between rebellion and resurrection.

#HolySaturday shows us that God is speaking even while he seems silent. He is working even while we’re waiting. That a day of darkness seems unending, but it only seems that way.

Holy Saturday exposes our short-sighted cynicism as fatally flawed.

#HolySaturday reminds us that God gives us time and space for broken-hearted lament. In fact, it shows he requires it.

Holy Saturday is, like the story of Esther, God silent, in the shadows, imperceptibly invading the world with his benevolent reign.

#HolySaturday shows that prolonged seasons of disappointed longing are normal, and terminal.

“And they rested on the Sabbath according to the commandment.”
(Luke 23:56)

“Yahweh will fight for you, and you have only to be quiet.” (Exodus 14:14)