Saturday

Saturday, quiet.  When you know about Sunday, Saturday makes sense, but what if you were there on Saturday?  Here is what would be ringing in my ears; the insults that were shouted to Jesus when he was on the cross.

those who passed by hurled insults on him “…Save yourself!  Come down from the cross if you are the son of God.” (Mt.27:40)

In the same way the chief priests…mocked him “He saved others, but he couldn’t save himself!  …let him come down now from the cross and we will believe… he trusts in God, Let God rescue him now if He wants him” (Mt.27:41-43)

One of the criminals hurled insults too “Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself, and us!” (Lk.23:39)

Even though the disciples had been told, they still didn’t seem to fully understand.  The next time we see them they are locked away together, possibly hiding from the religious leaders.  At least some of them thought that they had just witnessed the death of their leader and their Lord.  If I was there I would have cringed every time I heard one of those insults.  Jesus, please can’t you just prove to them?…please?… Have you ever really wanted Jesus to show himself, to prove to you that he exists and yet he seems to stay quiet?  I know its happened to me.  Its sometimes hard to believe that God has a purpose for our pain, and even our doubt, but somehow we know he does.  The thing is, we don’t know exactly why Jesus had to go through the pain that he did.  We know that Jesus took on the sins of the world on the cross, and that he died to pay the penalty for sin, but we don’t know exactly why he had to die the way he did.  But God had a purpose for the pain and suffering of his own son.  Why is that we sometimes have a hard time believing that he could also have a purpose for our pain?

Saturday was quiet, just like sometimes in life when God seems to be quiet.  But Sunday came, and Sunday always comes.  No matter where we are, or what’s going on in our lives, God is working behind the scenes…

something amazing is about to happen.