“The women who had come with him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid. Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments. On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment” (Luke 23:55-56, ESV).
Sunday is coming! If there’s one thing I especially miss from my pre-missionary life in the United States, it’s all the treasured memories of celebrating Easter. We do celebrate it here in Peru, but the relevant traditions are far more low-key than what surrounded me growing up. I have, however, managed to “import” some of my favorite ones for my children. One I’m particularly excited about this year, I learned from my mom. I found a device online for melting different shades of crayon wax, which we will use to decorate eggs. A visitor brought this tool to us from the U.S., and this will be the first time we get to use it. Good times are ahead 😊 .
Traditional customs aside, how unspeakable meaningful this commemoration is to all of us who belong to Jesus… whose eternal life was purchased by His death and resurrection! Since I don’t typically post on the weekends, I am going to share some thoughts on the Easter story today and tomorrow.
I am struck by these two verses from Luke, above. These women’s hearts had just been torn asunder, witnessing the torture and agonizing death of our Savior. Those excruciating six hours were over. Death and burial had freshly passed. Resurrection had not yet come. It was the “in-between” day, Saturday.
How many times have we been there? Something precious to us died a painful death. Maybe a hope or a dream that we had once nurtured. Or a relationship that had meant more to us than we could adequately put into words. Or a season that we had cherished… now train wrecked, shattered. These experiences wreak havoc on our souls. We know intellectually that God has promised springtime after the winter, joy in the morning, resurrection after the burial. But… it’s Saturday. All there is right now is silence, stillness, and pain.
What did these women do when they found themselves in that anguished in-between space? They rested. They took their Sabbath.
How about you? Are you there right now? Is it Saturday in your life? Dear one, I promise. Sunday is coming. Hang on. Daddy God never lies. Resurrection will happen for you.
What to do meanwhile? Rest. Take your own Sabbath. Lean into the One who loves you best. Lean into His arms. Let Him be your strength today. Let Him carry you. Let Him pour His love into your grieving soul.
Once again, He wants to whisper this to your heart of hearts:
“Weeping may tarry for the night, My precious child, but joy comes with the morning.” (Psalm 30:5, ESV).
What are some of your fondest Easter memories? I’d love to hear about them!