Liturgically today is called Holy Saturday, the 7^th day of Holy Week. Last Sunday was Palm Sunday and tomorrow being Easter. It commemorates Jesus’ last week in human form. A lot happened in this week: His triumphal entry into Jerusalem, He expressed anger at the dealers and robbers in the temple, had Passover with His disciples (aka The Last Supper), He was betrayed, mocked, beaten, crucified, and He died. Then Saturday. Tomorrow will be glorious, and yesterday was brutal. But what about today?

I like to think of it as Silent Saturday. I can imagine the disciples hiding, some together, some on their own. Maybe nothing is said, maybe a lot is said. Fret, worry, questioning. But it was also the Sabbath, a day of rest. The women had prepared the things needed to prep Jesus’ body for burial but had to wait because of the Sabbath. I can imagine them all trying to rest physically but I’m sure their souls were not at ease.

I’ve felt stuck in the Silent Saturday seasons, and I see friends stuck there now. We’ve heard the promises, walked with Him for years, seen the miracles, hoped in the new Kingdom. But then something awful happens and we’re stuck wondering what happened? Like the disciples on their Silent Saturday, we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Yeah, we remember His promise to come back, but how? When? What should I do now?????

Jesus wasn’t silent on His Saturday. He went to Hades, preached, and took the keys back from the enemy!

What are we to do in our silent times? It’s the Sabbath… we rest. There’s nothing we should do but trust. Have faith that He’s not done. We rest knowing He’s gone to fight the enemy and will come back with our victory. On this side of the Resurrection, we wait for the stone to roll away from whatever has us stuck.