It's Holy Saturday, the day the disciples waited in stunned disbelief at the sudden turn of events. Death to their King--instead of the great victory they had anticipated.
How were they to know what the morning would bring? Despite all of his teaching and preparation, they never suspected that this King would be conqueror over Death itself! He would live again--that His followers would never experience death. Praise to our Lord Jesus Christ.
My friend Margie waits today in the shadow of death. Her husband, our good friend John, is in the hospital with pneumonia--and in his advanced stage of cancer, it looks as if his body is not going to be able to overcome the infection.
Go read her Good Friday post--and pray for her, please, and their children, and for all John's extended family and our church body. John is so loved, so admired, so treasured by us all. It is hard to think of saying goodbye.
At least we're in the right state of mind. As Margie notes, with humor, "Only John would wait until it was liturgically correct to walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death." (John and Father Rooster--those two are of the same mind in most ways, but especially on matters liturgical!)
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