After lots of things being done in the last couple of weeks, I gave myself today to have some time to replenish. Trouble is, we get accustomed to busyness, don’t we? Today’s stillness feels…odd.
But I’ve been thinking about the events of Holy Week – this was a busy, busy time leading to an apparent ending of the story – the violence of the cross.
Today – ‘Holy Saturday’ – was a stunned, grieving darkness. Suddenly everything had gone, had stopped. How were they – the followers of Jesus – to adapt? Frightened, alone. Guilty and ashamed – they had run from him; some had even denied him.
Today is not a comfortable day. And we live much of our lives in it – the in-between, the waiting.
And yet we know the story has not ended. We know that glory is coming – beauty and surprise and wonder. That we are not alone. That the Holy Spirit whispers to us of a greater reality.
Be still, be still, and wait for him.
He comes with the morning.
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