Today is Saturday

My life right now is like a giant Saturday.  Like 'the' giant Saturday.  The one between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.  A day of waiting.

When Jesus died it was the darkest day in the lives of his disciples.  The Bible is very clear that they did not fully understand that He was going to be crucified on Friday and then rise from the dead on Sunday.  When Joseph and the Roman soldiers put Jesus' body in the tomb the disciples thought it was over.  There was only darkness for them.  The disciples were waiting; perhaps for the Roman soldiers and Jewish leaders to come and arrest them; perhaps for a miracle; perhaps for everything to quiet down so they could quietly return to their lives as fishermen and tax collectors.

But on that Saturday as they waited, they didn't know what we know.  They hadn't experienced the Sunday that we look back on and celebrate.  They still had to wait, and they weren't sure exactly what they were waiting for.  They only knew that Sunday was coming, and with it, God-knows-what.

I feel like that as a modern-day disciple.  For me, every day since Jesus rose from the dead and went back to heaven is like another day of waiting.  Waiting for His return.  Waiting for everything that is wrong in the world to be made right.  Waiting for all His promises to come true.  It's just that I've been waiting a long, long, time.

The world has been waiting a long time.  Over 2,000 years.  No wonder so many people have forgotten or no longer care.  Absence, apparently, does not always make the heart grow fonder.

But there are some of us who have not forgotten.  There are some of us, the rebellious, the dreamers, who still wait.  We know He said He would come back again, but we have no idea what that will look like or when that will happen.

Sunday is coming, but it is a long way off and the picture is really blurry.  Perhaps I will die and the next thing I see will be Heaven.  Perhaps one day the rapture will happen and I'll suddenly find myself in a better place; a perfect place.  Perhaps the clouds will suddenly role back and the little cloud will appear and every eye will see Him as He returns on the clouds.  Maybe He will rule this world for 1,000 years of peace.  Maybe He will take the Saints to heaven for 1,000 years of peace will the earth is made new.  I can imagine, but that is all it is right now because the Bible is clear that no eye has seen and no mind has even come close to imagining the beautify and perfection of heaven.

But all of that is Sunday, and today is Saturday.
The hardest day of all.  The day of waiting.
The challenge disciples throughout the ages have faced is no different than the challenge faced by Peter, James, John, and the others on that Saturday so long ago.

Don't give up.
The weekend isn't over yet.
Sunday is coming and you won't believe what He has in store for you.
It will be worth the wait.