For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. [Jeremiah 29:11]
So I might be a little late to the party on this one but I had a thought while on my morning run today.
Easter weekend is perhaps the busiest weekend of the year in the world of Christian blogging. Everyone who writes even a little bit on-line will post something on Easter weekend. Most are about the hope and joy found on Easter Sunday, some will be about the pain and suffering, (that points to hope and joy) found on Good Friday. But this year at least I couldn’t find a single post that talked about the day in between.
Easter Saturday is a dark and depressing time. For the first Christians it would have been the worst day of their lives. Jesus was dead, all they had hoped for was lost and to top it off, they had abandoned him in his greatest time of need. I don’t know about you but if I had been one of the disciples I wouldn’t have been very anxious for Jesus to come back, I would have been too ashamed to face him knowing what I had done.
Thankfully we know how the story ends but they didn’t.
We all have Saturdays. Days when our hope is gone, our pain is too fresh and our failure too recent, days when we can’t see God working right in front of us to make things right.
But we at least we have an advantage over the first disciples. We know how the story ends and we can look back through the rest of history and see all the times God made promises to his people that he kept beyond what anyone could have imagined.
Hope springs eternal, so they say. But hope is not naive. It stands on the history of promises and fulfilled prophesy we see all around us.
So the next time you experience a Saturday of the Soul, remember God’s promises and hang on to hope. Who knows, tomorrow might be a Sunday like that one 2000 years ago, where God shows up in power and makes everything right.