Final Week – Saturday
If I try to stick to
the Gospel of Mark, then I can’t quote a passage of scripture. Mark is silent
about the Saturday, and that’s probably right. Because if I put my imagination
into action, then I start to think about how the disciples felt on that day, and
at that point I don’t really want to think any more.
You see, for those who
loved Jesus, that day must have been a day of absolute despair. Around them the
city of Jerusalem is crowded with people celebrating Passover. For those people
this is a time of great celebration and joy as they recall the promises of God
and the exodus from Egypt.
But somewhere in that
city, there is a group of people who are probably sitting together because
they’re scared about going out and suffering the same fate as Jesus, but also because
their hearts are broken. The man they loved, the man they had pinned their
hopes on was gone now.
Whatever you pin your hopes on will disappoint you at some point. But at
the worst moment, it might be that the greatest things are happening. While
these friends of Jesus couldn’t see it, something far greater than they could
ever imagine was happening.
Today, everything is
bleak. Today, the sun might be shining but all I see is clouds. Today, the wind
is still but all I hear is storm. Today . . .
Will the sun come up
tomorrow?
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