Today is Holy Saturday, the day in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. It’s a day flanked by sacrifice and suffering on one side and resurrection and victory on the other.
I sometimes wonder what God was thinking or feeling or doing on the day after his son’s death. Did that day after the crucifixion feel agonizingly long—even though he surely knew what was to come? Or think of the confusion Jesus’s followers were in. And what might creation in general have felt? Is it possible for the earth to hold its breath? If rocks can cry out in praise, then can nature mourn?
I’ll admit that sometimes Holy Saturday is lost to me in the fun of family gatherings and picking out a pretty outfit for Easter Sunday and snacking on Cadbury mini-eggs. (MMM!)
But as I sat down to write this post—knowing I wanted to write something Easter-related—it occurred to me that day two in the greatest three-day drama ever is perhaps the tensest point in all of history. Think about it, all of creation—whether it knew it or not—was waiting to be saved. A battle unlike any human war was in play.
The day may have felt quiet…mournful…empty.
But in reality, what seemed to be creation’s longest, slowest wait ever, was—in a spiritual sense—probably the most epically full day ever. Because Sunday was coming. And there was work to be done.
Holy Saturday reminds me that sometimes when all is silent and seemingly lost in my world, what’s happening behind the scenes is beyond my imagination.
God is at work. He’s always at work. Which means there’s hope in every tense moment. An end to every wait. And an incredible significance even to everyday life.
How are you celebrating Easter this weekend? What does Holy Saturday mean to you?