Once I Was Blind, But Now I See: Holy Saturday

Our lives are lived between promise and fulfillment. We live in a time when we can’t see Jesus. He promised his return, but he is gone and has been gone for nearly two thousand years. This suspension between promise and fulfillment is Holy Saturday.

Jesus promised the disciples that after he was betrayed, mocked, scourged, and crucified, he would be raised on the third day. They had the promise, just as we have the promise of his return. But there is space. There is time. There is time for grief, doubt, and fear. There are questions. Our faith is tested. Did we misplace our trust? How can we be certain that what was promised will come to pass?

Pain, suffering, and death are real. They must be experienced. They must be endured. There is no rushing the fulfillment. There is no quick jump to Easter morning.

So it is in all of life. The resurrection gives us the rock-solid assurance that our future is secure, but taking up our crosses and following Christ will mean following him through Good Friday and Holy Saturday, the time when it is dark, when we can’t see the promised future, when we must trust God in the darkness of the tomb

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