|Painting of Dead Chrsit in the Tomb. Holbein|
This is Easter Saturday. A Holy Day for many Christians. A day of complicated theology. For me Easter Saturday means something else. It is the day before the miracle. The day when the tomb was still well and truly shut to those outside. A day when Jesus’ followers were saying – Well what was all that about then? A day when the promised end seemed impossible. A day when God’s power may not have seemed as powerful as they had hoped. The day that followed the darkest day and it showed no improvement – no sign of what was to come. Only cold, dark quiet. No signs from God, no encouragement, no answers.
Easter Saturday resonates with anyone on the journey of faith. A silence from God. A pause in the plan. No clues as to the coming miracle. Just a quiet, waiting game. We know now that Sunday came and with it, the extraordinary. But the Easter Saturday experience is just as important. The faith. The waiting. The unbelief. The expectancy. The confusion. This is where the pattern for faith is set. This is where we learn who God is, as we wait.