Saturday: The Day Between
We know about Maundy Thursday: the day Jesus celebrated Passover and shared His last supper with His disciples.
We commemorate Good Friday: a day we can call “good” because Jesus died a substitutionary death for us.
And we celebrate Easter Sunday: the day Jesus vanquished death. His resurrection promises our resurrection, too.
But what about Saturday? The day in the middle. A silent day. The day in which the world held its collective breath and waited. The day between.
Between death and life.
Judgment and forgiveness.
Despair and dreams.
But Saturday was more than a box on a calendar. More than 24 hours. It provided an arena where fear and hope collided. A collision that reverberated into Sunday morning and shook the world. Hope won.
And nothing would ever be the same.
Saturday was the day between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. But it also represents a time of waiting by God’s people. The time between Christ’s first advent and His second coming. A time during which the Church of Jesus Christ is to be a light in the darkness. Salt in the midst of a corrupt world. Speaking truth in love and applying that truth to our own lives before we dare preach it to others.
Saturday also represents the time of waiting in your life and mine. Waiting in hope for promises claimed from Scripture. Salvation for loved ones. Comfort in mourning. Healing from illness. Clinging to what we know is true even in the wait. And trusting as we wait.
Because Saturday always gives way to Sunday.