When I think about Holy Saturday it’s hard for me to not think of the apparent chaos Jerusalem might have been going through. The day before there had been an earthquake, the veil had torn, people had come back from the dead and the day had turned to night at noon. Can you imagine the feelings that everyone had to deal with? Even if they somehow managed to miss the city-wide commotion around the crucifixion of the “King of the Jews”?
~ “Grandma, I thought you were dead!!?!”
~ “I don’t know how to explain it either but here I am honey.”
~ “What are we going to do about that veil!? We can’t let people into the temple like that!”
~ “But it’s Shabbat and we can’t do anything about it until tomorrow…”
I have mixed thoughts about Saturday. In the midst of all of this chaos there was a call to faith and trust. Those that believed what Jesus had said for the prior 3 years were now challenged to their core and didn’t know what to expect. They either had to rely on His words and hold strong in their faith or they were going to fall into despair and have to realize that they just put everything they had on the line for another fraud.
However you look at it, whenever God does something extraordinary he always takes us through a journey and we can either keep our eyes fixed on Friday or keep hope towards Sunday, but Saturday will always be a part of it. The chaotic-daring-challenging Saturday that to me is God’s invitation to step into the indescribable Peace amidst the chaos.
For the last few years, I have fallen to the worries of Saturday instead of latching on to the hope for Sunday. There’s a need buried deep in the heart of men for Peace in the middle of Chaos – but the question is how will we find it? Wasn’t it up there with the Nazarene nailed to a tree?
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