Saturday, April 23, 2011
Low in the Grave He Lay
Mat 27:65 Pilate said unto them, Ye have a watch: go your way, make it as sure as ye can. 66 So they went, and made the sepulchre sure, sealing the stone, and setting a watch.
Saturday of Holy Week has always been an odd day for me. I find myself chomping at the bit as if awaiting the original bodily resurrection of the Savior.
Sure, He rose again long ago and now lives within His own, abiding faithful as our High Priest. But I impatiently await Resurrection Sunday each year expecting a fresh wind to fill the sails of the church and each believer.
I love to stand on a beautiful hillside for Sonrise services and listen to the victorious shouts of the believers. No day brings more "Amens!" from our people as does Easter.
I love to gather around the tables of fellowship for an Easter Sunday morning breakfast with excited saints, living in expectation of a great worship service. Then, church time arrives, the music, the bright clothes, the smiling faces, the victorious attitudes, the fervent singing, the beautiful special music, the powerful preaching of the old rugged cross and the vacated tomb, these are the Sundays we live for.
But now, it's Saturday. Things are calm, but they are ready to be stirred. As Jesus' body lay on the cold stone slab, our spirits rest within us, knowing that an explosion of life is about to burst forth, leaving us filled with hope and promise and commission.
It's Saturday, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it...... but Sunday's coming.