Silent Saturday

Today is a silent day.

Saturday was the Jewish Sabbath. And on this Jewish Sabbath the world, stood still.
                   
                And silent.

The world waited.

                In shock.

And we too find ourselves waiting... dwelling in the memory of yesterday.

"He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth." 
Isaiah 53:7

And it is in this shock that we find tears.

                  Tears.

We remember the darkness of noon, the earthquake and the tearing of the curtain.

And we remember the words that hung eerily in the air... "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit."

We remember in silence because no words can say what we are feeling. No words can express our sorrow. No words can be said to undo yesterday, to undo the lamb of God taking on the sin of the world... for even his father could not take that from him. 

And so today, on this silent Saturday we remember the message of Friday.

                    And we wait for the message the crisp dawn air will surely bring...