You know the story – you’re 4 people back at the grocery store check out. The drive thru at Starbucks wraps around the building. Or everyone’s favorite, the dreaded day at the DMV. We grow so impatient as we wait. But none of those compare to what can seem like a lifetime of waiting on God.
Waiting on God ascribes to God the glory of being all to us.
– Andrew Murray
But what If the very thing we’re waiting for will be our undoing?
We read about Jesus’ death on a dark Friday afternoon. While most of us who identify ourselves as followers of Jesus would have loved to of walked in the shoes of Jesus’ disciples, that is a day I wouldn’t have wanted to experience. How defeating to of seen the death of my king and savior. The one whose arrival I had long awaited, whose promises healed my mortal wounds. And whose death dealt my final blow. Unless we were the ones there, I don’t think we can fully understand what they lost.
Think for a minute about someone or something that you waited on for a long time only to have been let down in the end. I’m sure it won’t take long for a specific instance to rise above the others. Pause and allow that to consume you.
Now multiply that by a hundred and it still doesn’t measure up. The pill the disciples had to swallow that day was beyond anything we will ever understand. At that moment death and its sting took over.
As Friday’s light dimmed, so did the hope that had long shown bright in the lives of Jesus’ disciples. What they thought to be their redemption, their ticket from a life of brokenness, that very thing was broken. And as they awoke the next day, they may have wished it a bad dream only to realize that Saturday was even darker than the day before.
But we know that’s not how the story ends. We know that just 2 days later Jesus overcame death and the hopes the disciples had in Jesus weren’t in vain. And while they did have momentary darkness, the light came back brighter than ever before. That’s what hindsight does for us; it allows us to look back and to see the whole story, not just to sludge through the muck and mire.
I remind you of all this so that you can gain hope for the hardships, trials and pain you may currently be set in. Regardless of what your Saturday consists of, and how slowly Sunday seems to be coming, the truth of the matter is that it will come. Jesus overcame and so can you.
In the end, all that matters is that we are safe in the hands of the one who overcame death. Take this to heart as you cope with your Saturday, whether that is today or in the future.
In all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
So may you take heart, knowing you are safe in the hands of him who overcame death. And may you know that the light that breaks through the darkness is the very light that gives us life.