Silence. The silence of a world without hope, and a time of fear and grief for many of those who followed Jesus of Nazareth before He was crucified.
I can’t imagine the silence of those days between His burial and the Morning the stone was found rolled away. Would I feel hopeless, thinking we’d lost our leader, our King? Would I grieve and fear of what now after witnessing our hope on the cross? Or would I wait in expectation of the reality of the Words He spoke, Behold, we go up to Jerusalem, and all things that are written by the prophets concerning the Son of man shall be accomplished. For he shall be delivered unto the Gentiles, and shall be mocked, and spitefully entreated, and spitted on: And they shall scourge him, and put him to death: and the third day he shall rise again.
I would hope that I’d wait… but I most likely would have been just as quiet, afraid and grieved as that Saturday long ago dragged on, knowing that the tomb was sealed. We tend to trust and believe in that which we can see, and it’s hard to trust in words when what we see is so completely opposite.
There had to have been so many things going through the minds of the disciples on that day, and so many doubts. I am so grateful we don’t have to doubt, because we know what comes after Saturday.
I know I’ve posted this short film before, but it’s such a good one, and worth watching on a Silent Saturday.
It’s an open porch kind of day, and I hope all who visit will hang out for a while throughout the day. Have a blessed Saturday all!