The day when it all felt quiet.

The day that no doubt felt as though everything had failed.

The Rabbi, gone!

All the hopes of a new world and His kingdom coming now buried in a grave. Dead.

If there is anything that Holy Saturday can teach us, it’s to hold on. To remember the promise, to recall the word – even when the WORD seems absent, dead, buried, gone!

Saturday was silent, but oh my…..

There is still so much happening in the unseen realm. A war on death itself. A heavenly temple scene plays out in Hebrews. A great High Priest, the lamb of God mysteriously woven together as one. An offering. A final once for all sacrifice.

It is silent on earth, but…

It’s all happening in the heavenly realm.

Even when they didn’t see it, He was working!

Even when we don’t see it – His work, His word is still speaking and calling us to believe. To believe that out of the darkness, out of the silence – a light has come and is coming.

Hold on…. The darkness doesn’t win. The grave doesn’t have the final say.

Tomorrow… is filled with new life.

Sunday is coming…