I think about that first Saturday. When no one knew that Easter was coming. When every certainty evaporated. The “what now?” had to have been suffocating. The not knowing is always the hardest part. Not believing is almost worse.
I am pretty sure that no one believed what was about to happen next. I think that -because no one was gathered around to watch the miracle unfold. The activity surrounding the tomb was all based on what was humanly possible. A guard – to ward off possible body theft followed by “miraculous” alternative facts. Women – bringing spices to dress the body of the dead.
It is puzzling that no one was gathered at the tomb waiting with hopeful expectation – given the Angel’s statement to the women – “HE IS NOT HERE; HE HAS RISEN, JUST AS HE SAID.” The best “TOLD YOU!” of all time.
All of the evidence. Miracle on MIRACLE. None of it convincing enough to override the human instinct to only believe what we can see and understand RIGHT NOW. THAT Saturday, it seems like every eyewitness forgot that Lazarus strolled on out. That the widow’s son sat up and chatted.
The current sorrow appears to wipe out every inch of previous wonder.
No judgement here. I think we have all had those kinds of Saturdays.
It is so much easier to focus on what is humanly possible than to wait on a miracle. Why this is true, I do not know. It has just been my observation and experience. This may be why we quickly reach the end of our proverbial ropes. What we can’t work out for ourselves – we assume can’t be done.
In the face of miracle on MIRACLE.
A bump in the road can jolt us into crippling amnesia.
But. Easter. Comes. Anyway.
What would it have looked like if everyone who had experienced/witnessed a miracle was gathered at the tomb all Saturday long? Waiting. Believing. Knowing that the deepest joy of all time was a sunrise away? Sorrow for a night. Joy in the morning.
What if we lived like that? Recognizing that we have experienced miracle on MIRACLE. Facing our inevitable Saturdays with expectancy that when human possibility reaches a stand still – be on the lookout for the MIRACLE that is about to go down.
Sorrow for a night. JOY in the morning. Never forget that Saturday gives way to Easter morning.