Nothing is really written about today. We who know the rest of the story look toward tomorrow morning like a child expecting a basket full of goodies.
But how did the disciples wait…or did they.
They hid. In John we read that they were huddled in a room behind a locked door. Fearful that they might be next…guilt by association.
Others went back to work, went back to what they knew…what they could count on.
Some made the long walk home to Emmaus.
They didn’t know the end of the story. Otherwise they would have been gathered outside of the tomb, ready to celebrate!
I’m not a very good “waiter”, especially when I don’t know what outcome I’m waiting for. I get impatient when God doesn’t answer right away…when Saturday drags on forever.
But even if I don’t know how things are going to end, even when the end seems so dreadfully far away…Sunday’s coming.
If we were sitting across the table, talking over a cup of something warm, I’d look you in the eye and say: “Let’s make a pact. Let’s decide to anticipate that God is going to do something. Let’s trust him to have our best in mind. Let’s.”
So, let’s.
PRAYER: God of silence, God of wait, God of meanwhile…we want to be like children eagerly anticipating that you have got an awesome plan for our lives. Better than we could ever imagine. Walk with us through our Saturdays, our times of doubt and fear. We want to live every day like Sunday’s coming. Amen.
Pot of Manna 