The Silence Before Resurrection: Saturday of Holy Week

It’s the empty day. Good Friday is over but Easter Sunday is still on it’s way. Though our culture has filled the day with egg hunts and food prep (I know I’ll spend most of today cleaning my house), but it is essentially a day of silence. The day God was quiet with the world.

The man who so many had set his hopes on was dead. He was buried in the tomb and all hope seemed lost.

For the disciples, as good Jews, it was also the Sabbath. A return to normalcy and yet not. Because things would never be normal again.

Grief is like that. We feel like things will never be right again. After all the hubbub of funerals and memorials have past, we are left with the emptiness and trying to find a way to create some kind of normal again.

But that doesn’t mean that we should skip the experience of the silence. I heard a counselor once say, lean into the pain, because there is no avoiding it, going around it or rushing through it.

Today is a day of unknown waiting. I think a lot of us can feel this. We know all that we hope for, but it feels uncertain. All we can hear is the quiet and we wonder where God is. As you fill your day with celebrations and pleasant diversions, take a few moments to think about this grief day. Connect with the pain and waiting in your own life.