Silent Saturday: Waiting in the Shadows
Today is the day between. The day after the cross, before the dawn. Scripture gives us almost nothing about this Saturday, and perhaps that silence is the point. The world had gone quiet. The crowds had dispersed. The disciples had locked themselves behind doors. And the body of Jesus lay still in the tomb. Silent Saturday is the space where grief has spoken its last word, but hope has not yet found its voice. It is the day when promises seem distant, and prayers feel unanswered. It is the day when nothing appears to be happening, yet everything is being prepared. We often rush from Good Friday to Easter morning, eager to move from sorrow to celebration. But the Christian life is lived mostly in the Saturdays—those long stretches where we wait, wonder, and wrestle with what God is doing. The disciples had heard Jesus speak of rising again, but on this day, all they could see was loss. Their Teacher was gone. Their expectations lay shattered. Their future felt uncertain. And still...