The Silence That Holds Us, The Hope that Binds Us, Saturday
The tomb was sealed.
The Savior was still.
Heaven was quiet.
On Holy Saturday, all seemed lost. The disciples were scattered. Their hopes buried with Jesus. No miracles. No words. Just silence. And yet—even in the silence—God was not absent.
In the stillness of this in-between day, something holy lingers.
The waiting.
The not-yet.
The ache of grief wrapped in the faintest thread of hope.
Holy Saturday teaches us how to hold space when we don’t have answers.
How to sit in the tension between what was and what will be.
How to trust, not because we see the ending, but because we know the One who holds it.
This Saturday invites us to ask: What parts of my life feel buried or unfinished? Can I trust God in the waiting—when the outcome is still unseen? Am I willing to stay in the silence, believing resurrection is coming?
You are not forgotten in your Saturday seasons. Even in the tomb, Jesus was working—conquering death from the inside out. And Sunday is already on the horizon.
Wait in hope.
Resurrection draws near.
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