Saturday Nothing: The Words I Wrote While Waiting On Jesus

Jesus the Christ died on Friday, rose on Sunday, and left the world to wonder on a Saturday filled with nothing.

All of us live in this mysterious place of in-between--an already, but not yet.  The first century believers lived there too.  But only for a day.  Jesus was killed on Friday, Saturday nothing, but Sunday, bewildering Sunday, the tomb was empty, the promise come.  For the twenty-first century believer, the story is much the same.  We live in the day between--the nothing day.  Our lives unfold somewhere between the blessed resurrection and promised second coming.   

The trouble of our Saturday is it lasts longer than a day.  Our waiting, trusting, and nothing could very well last a lifetime.  We inhale, but do not breathe deeply. We hear, but do not understand.  We see, but it is through stained glass.  

We hope of Sunday, but live in Saturday nothing.