It’s Friday. The disciples are shocked, scattered, and shattered. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. They thought there was a future, a plan. They risked everything they had to follow Jesus. Now that plan is destroyed. Terrified, they wonder what is next. Will the Roman soldiers be coming for them?
We have all had our Fridays. A midnight phone call, a pink slip at work, a bad diagnosis, an “I don’t love you any more.” We are devastated. Brokenhearted. This is not the way it is supposed to be! We had a plan, we were all in, and now that plan is in pieces. We wonder if there is another shoe to drop.
It’s Saturday. The disciples are in pain. Mary must have been in agony. Still in shock, they are constrained by the laws of what might be their last Sabbath Saturday. They cannot even care for the body of their Lord. And God seems silent.
After devastating life events, we too experience those dark Saturdays. Caught between the familiarities of what were our lives only a few days ago, we are now in uncharted territory. We don’t know what to do. We are spent and exhausted. We can’t even imagine moving forward. And God seems silent.
It’s Sunday! He is risen! His disciples wonder if it could possibly be true. Everything changes. There is now hope and a future. They get a new plan, and gradually they understand that this was the plan all along. They get new marching orders. They rejoice and sing a new song.
We finally get a Sunday. That which was dead comes to life again. We discover that we can move forward and put one foot in front of the other. We don’t go back to where we were, but we get a different kind of good, one that we could never imagine. God gives us a new plan and a new direction, one that we slowly realize as our destiny from the beginning. We get a new purpose. We can actually be happy again.
Lord, thank you for Sundays!
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