Waiting is hard. Waiting in silence is even harder.
I can't stop thinking about this day... This Silent Saturday wedged between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. This day we know very little about.
What did the disciples do? Were they crying? Praying? Angry? Hopeful? Worshipful? I don't know what they were doing, but I know what they were hearing.
All they could do was wait.
For what? They didn't even know. For how long? They had no clue.
I'm sure the night-hours seemed darker. I'd imagine the questions kept coming and the fear grew crippling. I'm sure it felt like they were holding their breath, hoping against hope that Jesus was still who He said He was and that the last few years hadn't been a complete waste.
But their waiting was met only with deafening silence...
Just like yours and mine sometimes is.
So on this Silent Saturday, I'm reminding us of what we know to be true:
Redemption is coming.