Yesterday, the sun was crucified but today it did not rise.
I wonder what it’d be like to be alive during Christ’s crucifixion and revival - to watch God hang up a black backdrop of death only to paint upon it a golden and glorious resurrection.
But more interestingly, I wonder what it’d be like to be alive during the day in between - the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter as Jesus lied dead in his grave. The Light of the World had been extinguished by Roman rule, and for over 24 hours the world remained in complete and utter darkness.
There was no assurance that He would rise; all confidence in the power of Jesus was probably lost when Christ’s dead body was cut from the cross and buried in a tomb. All that could be done was to wait, and to cling tightly to grains of hope slipping through the holes of desperate hands.
Quite honestly, life can sometimes feel like this depiction of “Suffering Saturday.” We pray and search and wait and pray and search and wait as our hope for a response dwindles. We try to hold on to God’s promises but with each passing day, they become increasingly jaded. God cannot speak through tombstone, it seems. But one thing sets our situation apart: we have the assurance that Christ has already risen. He came out of death and freed the world of bondage then, and surely he will do it again now.
So if you’re in a time of waiting, take heart:
Yesterday, the Son was crucified but tomorrow He will rise.