Post by Don Gieseke on Apr 7, 2012 7:36:08 GMT -6
THE DAY WITH NO NAME
"If we hope for what we do not see,
we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.Romans 8:25
In Louisiana, a woman lies buried beneath a grove of 150 year old oak trees in the cemetery of an Episcopalian church. Only one word is carved on her tombstone: "Waiting."
A friend of mine knows an elderly pastor who delivered a stirring Good Friday sermon titled "It's Friday, but Sunday's Comin'" In a cadence that increases in tempo and volume, his sermon contrasts how the world looked on Friday - when the force of evil seem to have triumphed - with how it looked on Sunday. The disciples who live through both days never doubted God again. They learned that when God seems most absent, He may be closest of all!
The sermon skips one day, though - Saturday - the day with no name. What the disciples lived through in small scale, we now live through on cosmic scale. It's Saturday on planet earth; will Sunday ever come?
That dark, Golgothan Friday can only be called good because of what happened on Sunday. Easter opened up a crack in a universe winding down toward decay. And someday God will enlarge the miracle of Easter on a cosmic scale.
Meanwhile, we wait in hopeful anticipation, living out our days on Saturday, the in-between-day with no name.
"Our Daily Bread"
"If we hope for what we do not see,
we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.Romans 8:25
In Louisiana, a woman lies buried beneath a grove of 150 year old oak trees in the cemetery of an Episcopalian church. Only one word is carved on her tombstone: "Waiting."
A friend of mine knows an elderly pastor who delivered a stirring Good Friday sermon titled "It's Friday, but Sunday's Comin'" In a cadence that increases in tempo and volume, his sermon contrasts how the world looked on Friday - when the force of evil seem to have triumphed - with how it looked on Sunday. The disciples who live through both days never doubted God again. They learned that when God seems most absent, He may be closest of all!
The sermon skips one day, though - Saturday - the day with no name. What the disciples lived through in small scale, we now live through on cosmic scale. It's Saturday on planet earth; will Sunday ever come?
That dark, Golgothan Friday can only be called good because of what happened on Sunday. Easter opened up a crack in a universe winding down toward decay. And someday God will enlarge the miracle of Easter on a cosmic scale.
Meanwhile, we wait in hopeful anticipation, living out our days on Saturday, the in-between-day with no name.
"Our Daily Bread"