Sunday isn't as sweet if we skip Saturday.
The darkness and despair of Friday.
Sometimes it tempts us to just rush past Saturday.
Sure, Sunday's coming.
But we can't just ignore the darkness.
We can't skip over Saturday.
We can't get to new life and victory
until we go through
the uncertainty and doubt of Saturday.
Dreams crushed.
Friends scattered.
Fear at an all-time high.
Heads spinning from how the horribly unthinkable
made its way to reality.
Hope is lost.
The mucky middle of Saturday makes the
Sunday sunrise infinitely
more glorious.
No, we don't ever forget the darkness.
We just don't have to live there anymore.
It's just a shadow.
Freedom.
Light has overcome darkness.
Darkness gives way to light.
We turn the page on a new day,
and it becomes new life.
Don't skip Saturday, friends.
Sunday's victory wouldn't be quite as sweet.
*these words were originally published here…
“Come back and finish what you started.” Words I could never say to you. You came, you started, and Lord, what a finish. But not before you were tortured and teased. Authority from above leading the way, as the king of the Jews carried his cross. Eternal hunger and thirst fulfilled as you gave up your spirit. The knowledge of Sunday gets us through Saturday now, but what about that Saturday so long ago? A Saturday of waiting, and wondering what happened. “Come back and finish what you started.” And although my heart, soul, and mind are sure of what you’ve done most days, the Saturdays of my life hide the light and dim what’s true. And then I remember: Words I thought I could never say to you are welcome now as a prayer. “Come back and finish what you started.”
Until tomorrow,
Becky
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So beautiful Becky, and this definitely resonates here with me at the end of Saturday. 🙏🏻💗
The Good Friday service I went to yesterday was a beautiful representation of embracing the mess and muck, the hard and heavy, and they let us sit in that when we left instead of rushing ahead to the idea of resurrection. I find Christian culture often wants to rush ahead and just rest in the joy and that’s crucial, but I love what you said - not nearly as sweet without the silence of Saturday.