This time of year, we usually focus on Good Friday and Easter Sunday, as we should. Jesus Christ died a brutal death on an inglorious cross. He was beaten to a pulp – beyond recognition. He was stripped naked and hung to die. All for us, so we who are riddled with sin might spend eternity with a holy God. It was the biggest act of sacrificial love in all of history. Good Friday and Easter go together. You can’t have one without the other. The resurrection without the cross is powerless. The cross without the resurrection is hopeless. Together, they are everything.
So if Friday represents atonement, and Sunday represents redemption…what about Saturday? What do we do with this day in between? Because Jesus didn’t rise from the dead that same day, or even the next. He asked the world to wait. To trust. Can you imagine being one of the disciples? Can you imagine how confused, how afraid, how betrayed they felt? What do we do when we find ourself stuck in Saturday? How do we respond when God whispers, “Do you trust me?”
Ummmm….I can’t think of one and I’m sure not going to sit around trying to think one up. How about that? No concerns!
Brogan is healthy! After 3 days of fever, 2 days of this scary rash, and all 6 days of one grumpy little boy, we found out he had Rosiola (no idea if that’s spelling right). He’s better now and back to his happy self.
There’s something about April and May. They make me happy. Maybe it’s because the weather turns warm or summer break is in sight, but everything somehow gets a lot easier. After the February/March doldrums, I’m enjoying my day-job again.
I made the changes to my third manuscript and sent them to my agent. Whatever happens now is out of my hands.
Question to Ponder: What are your cares, concerns, and celebrations today?