On Saturday the chief priests and Pharisees were worried. They went to Pilate for help in securing Jesus’ tomb, and he accommodated them. They went to the tomb, put a seal on it, and posted Roman soldiers to guard it. All was silent for a while.
The silence of Saturday speaks to the soul of everyone who has ever been disappointed, disillusioned, or desperate. “Where is God?!” It seems that he has disappeared. Death and despair oppress the spirit, making the heart heavy and the steps slow. The stone has been set in place, sealed, and secured.
All seems lost and hopeless. We continue to do the routine tasks and fulfill our obligations, but our heart is not in it. The days are long, as I imagine that silent Saturday so long ago was an unusually long one for Jesus’ followers.
But for today’s believer, the silence of that Saturday should also speak volumes about the nature of God. He is always there. He has a plan. He works in his own time.
Sometimes we just have to wait.
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning” (Psalm 130:5-6).