Sunday Will Come!12:11 AM
but joy comes with the morning.
Black Saturday has always been the longest and most silent day in the Holy Week (at least in this part of the planet).
After an emotional contemplation of the Lord's suffering and death on Good Friday, and while waiting for Easter Sunday to come there is a solemn pause which is Black Saturday.
I wonder how and what the disciples and the Holy Mother felt and thought during this long agonizing gap. They weren't aware of the coming Sunday. They were still grief-stricken from what they witnessed.
How would you handle it?
Imagine when the truth you believed in for so long was taken away from you. When the one you've always looked up to, revered, served and worship was humiliated, punished without sin, and tortured right before your eyes.
When what you've always thought as indestructible, invincible, and miraculous was destroyed helplessly. And you couldn't do anything about it out of fear or whatever reason that held you from fighting for it.
They must have been lost. Beyond comfort. Nothing or no one to assure them that there is still hope. There is still tomorrow. Everything shattered just like that.
Then again we don't have to imagine it, do we?
How many times have we experienced loss of a loved one?
Or seen a friend or family member suffer emotional or physical pain in front of us?
How many times have we lost hope?
When everything we believed in and held on for so long was taken away from us. Just. Like. That.
We all went through a Good Friday one way or another.
Then there's this long, agonizing, dragging, empty, deafeningly silent, dark pause that seemed endless. It's torture.
There was uncertainty, doubt, confusion, anger even.
We're still trying to figure out what just happened and what will happen next seems out of logic. Incomprehensible. Unimaginable.
It feels as though the world stood still and time stopped, and we don't have the strength to keep going anymore. We lost everything including hope and the reason to go on.
"Will tomorrow ever come again?" we keep on asking ourselves. And we get nothing but a deafening silence as answer.
But, Sunday will come.
No matter how painful our Fridays were and how uncertain our Saturday is now, Sunday will surely come!
No matter how hopeless and helpless we may feel after the storm we went through, Sunday will come.
No matter how uncertain, weak and shattered we came out of Friday, Sunday will still come. And then we will be restored. Good as new. Maybe even better somehow.
Ready or not, Sunday will come.
Our Black Saturday is a gift. A break from the grief. A pause. A time to breathe. A time to heal. A preparation from the big surprise that is Easter Sunday.
It is the calm before the storm of blessings.
Black Saturday then is when we stay still and wait patiently for the promise of God to come to pass (For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. -Jeremiah 29:11).
Black Saturday may be the darkest part of the night before the dawn breaks, but Easter Sunday will always follow.
Sunday will come. It always has, and it always will.
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