Sitting in an auditorium in college I heard Tony Camplo say, "It's Friday, but Sunday's comin'..." I will never forget the grit and soulfulness of his voice when he spoke those words again and again. He was without words saying, "Rachel you are in pain on Friday but God's glory will show up on Sunday. Just wait. Just wait and see."

As Christian's Jesus' death on the cross on Good Friday is the culmination of all our sins being bore down upon an innocent man. It is heart breaking, heavy laden and full of teary eyedness every time I think about what Jesus did for me before he even knew me.
His act of love was on a Friday. A sad Friday. We call it Good Friday because we already know today what happened on Sunday.
What about Mary, Mary Magdalene, Peter, and the others? They were told what was coming but we all know they likely doubted. Wondered. Hoped.

So what happened on Saturday?
The day between the nightmare and the glory?

The sky became dark, the earth shook, and hearts were overcome by deep, cutting pain that the savior they were promised is dead.

The day in between.

In our lives today, we get Saturday experiences often.
Something that rocks our world on a Friday...
"Your chances of becoming pregnant are less than 1%"
"I'm sorry, your IVF failed."
"You have cancer"
"Your job is being downsized"
"Your child is misbehaving in school"
"Your van will cost more to repair than it is worth"
"Your best friend is spreading lies about you"
The list could go on...

Those are our little Friday's we live everyday.

We know, as Christian's that God promises nothing but good to those who love Him. (Rom 8:28) We trust in his unfailing love and that he is watching us. But why? Why?
Saturday is why.
Saturday is the waiting. The trusting. The discipline of patience and grinding our teeth and sucking in our gut and wiping our tears day after day after day. Its hitting our knees to the floor crying out to God and wringing out our very souls to him. It is more waiting then we think we can take. It is stretching us further than we think we can bare. Will Sunday ever stinking come? Will it?
Trust. Faith. Patience.

Saturday. Let's not forget the Saturday between the Friday and Sunday.
Now Sunday, bursting forth with brilliance and glory and light. Sunday would not be possible without Friday but also without Saturday.

May we reflect on each day of this gloriously brilliant and loud and quiet holiday as a holy day in and of itself. Each day momma. Let Christ be an example to us that though a moment in life may knock us in the gut, though Sunday may seem like lightyears away, Saturday is a vital day. A day of growth, where God meets us in our hurting and prepares us for Sunday.  Whenever that is for our circumstance.  
Saturdays matter too but Sunday's comin'. Glory.

Honestly with love,
Rachel xoxo

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4


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