As I pondered anew the power of Christ's death & resurrection earlier today (Saturday), I found myself high-centered on the FACT of Saturday.
It goes without saying that Good Friday features prominently in our considerations ... and many among us observe the solemnity of that occasion privately or publicly. Many businesses close their doors in order for employees to do likewise. Many knees are bent on Friday.
And Sunday certainly deserves the joy-filled fanfare it gets from year-to-year as believers unite around the globe to celebrate the hope of resurrection morn - - The Living Christ - Victor, Conqueror, King. Many hearts are buoyed on Sunday.
But the day in between, Saturday, is a day of despair; one wedged between those polar opposites of loss/grief and glory. Many souls are downcast on Saturday.
I do that, at least some of the time. I look far into the future (or to tomorrow) with great expectations fueled by faith-filled hope & anticipation. Then something happens or comes along to disturb or derail the process ... a Good Friday of sorts. It is then that I freefall into Saturday's wedge, not knowing Sunday's comin'. It's a pattern I've repeated multiple times in my life. I dare say I may repeat it again.
I'm a slow learner.
Wedge days. They're synonymous with despair & loss. They needn't be.