“If Easter says anything to us today, it says this: You can put truth in a grave, but it won’t stay there. You can nail it to a cross, wrap it in winding sheets and shut it up in a tomb, but it will rise!” (Clarence W. Hall)
Sometimes Saturday can seem to take forever.
I don’t mean the Saturday where you get to sleep in a little later and take it a little easier.
I mean that day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. That day between utter despair and renewed hope.
For most of the time most of us live in a perpetual Saturday. If you look at the headlines, you will see almost nothing but tragedy and horror staring back at you from the front pages or the biggest bold print on the news website.
How do you cope with all that devastation without the reality of the resurrection? How do you even begin to process all the evil that goes on without the knowledge that Jesus will one day ultimately set all things right?
The only way I can get through the crucifixion part of the story is that I already know the rest of the story. I know that death and the grave are not the end. They don’t get the final word.
Those who are staring the imminent loss of loved ones in the face can look to Jesus who wept over His friend Lazarus but then proceeded to call Him out of His four-day old grave clothes and decay into life. The same Jesus who looked His own death in the face and stepped out of His own tomb on a bright and sunny Sunday morning.
Without that, those who cling to faith are the most pitiful and pathetic people. With it, they are the ones who have the most reason for joy.
It was Friday and it’s been a long Saturday, but Sunday’s comin’!