It’s Saturday, the in-between day. The one after Good Friday, but before the celebration of Easter Sunday can be fully realized. It is a day of waiting, hoping, contemplating. Our community observed this day by setting aside a room designated for prayer, and encouraging one another to sign up for a time slot within a 24-hour window. We also fasted- some from food, some from media or electronics, some from negative thoughts.
As I spent time in the prayer room, decorated simply with a few candles, a prayer rug, an icon, I thought about what it must have been like for Jesus’ disciples on this in-between day after Jesus’s death and before His resurrection. They must have felt scared, hopeless, dread for the future. The day must have felt endless. They must have thought, “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”
We’ve all been there.
And yet they must have had a tiny seed of hope within,”Just maybe…”
In a favorite devotional of mine: “Places Along the Way,” Marty & Marty also relate to the disciples: “we will identify with their sense of abandonment, so like our own, experienced whenever the presence of God is missing. The eye of faith sees even in the darkness of such hours that God is present and that abandonment is not the last word.”
So, today, we wait, we fast, we pray, and we hope for tomorrow. Even when we feel abandoned, we know that Sunday is coming.
It has already come.