Silent Saturday

I woke this morning with thoughts in my head.

Silent Saturday.

The day in-between.

It’s an odd day…the pain and grief of Friday behind us…the jubilant celebration of Sunday to come.

But Saturday…

…it’s an odd day…

…what are we to make of it?

Well, take a moment and consider Jesus’ words from the cross: “It is finished.”

Ponder Genesis 2:2: “By the seventh day God has finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested…”

Hear that?

God had finished.

So God rested.

On the Friday God’s work was done.

On the Saturday he rested.

Understandably so.

Because the next day….well, the next day….we know about the next day…

He was going to trample death, swallow death, triumph over death.

The next day he was going to come crashing through death into life…

Break death’ stranglehold…

The next day he would exert his mighty strength, as Paul put it.

So on Saturday he rested.

Sit with the silence of Saturday.

Sit. Be still. Ponder.

Ponder his love.

“This is love: not that we loved God, but that God loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.”

Ponder God’s upside-down ways.

“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.”

Enjoy the silence.

Enjoy resting.

Rest in His work.

There is nothing to do. Nothing to add.

The work is done.

May Silent Saturday not just be the day in-between.

Receive this day as part of God’s gift of Easter.

For in stillness and silence we await the joy of the resurrection.