Holy Saturday

The tomb is sealed. We know the end of the story, so we want to rush on. We want to see that stone rolled away.

But it’s Saturday. It is silent. It is dark. That stone laughs at us. Death wins. We don’t know the end of the story on Saturday.

Sit in the darkness. You can’t know resurrection until you’ve sat at that grave.

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