Sandwiched Saturday

Sandwiched between the day hope died and the day Hope lives again is Saturday. 

Yesterday we remembered the Cross and the precious Son of God crying out "'My God, my God, why have you forsaken (abandoned) me?' We considered and hopefully mourned our part in killing Jesus. 

Tomorrow, Sunday, we will celebrate the resurrection - Jesus IS alive. 

But...today...I think of yesterday and tomorrow. 

I consider the first sandwiched Saturday. 

I think about Mary Magdalene and the pain and anguish that caused her to go to the tomb before sunrise. To a cemetery when it was still dark. I shudder at the thought. And I believe Mary was shuddering - not from the fear of the dark or cemeteries, but from the fear of living without her Lord. Without Jesus. She could not fathom life without Jesus. Neither can I. He had changed her heart and her life. And He has changed my heart and my life. 

But...on MY sandwiched Saturday, I have Hope. And I have hope. 

So, like Mary, I long to rise up early and meet with Jesus. Not His dead body as Mary expected, I long to meet with HIM - alive forevermore! 

No, my Saturday is not the Saturday that Mary experienced. Never will I have to utter the words Mary uttered "They have taken away my Lord". For, even though Jesus Himself uttered from the cross "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me" I will NEVER have to fear Jesus abandoning ME or being taken from me. 

NEVER. 

Because He promised. 

After yesterday, I cannot wait for the "..." tomorrow holds.