Now imagine the Saturday that followed the events at Calvary. Imagine Jesus' disciples as they woke today, stretched their arms over their head and then.... remembered. Remembered that He was gone. Remembered His kind eyes and quick smile. Remembered that they'd just given the last three years of their life to a Teacher who was dead.
For the disciples on this Saturday morning, there was no hope of the Hope that was soon to be theirs...
May it never be so for us. Brothers and sisters, we must never be the people who allow the silence of this Saturday to be the truth of our lives; who act as if the Living, Breathing, New-Life-Giving Jesus isn't our present reality. The arrival of the first Easter was the end of human hopelessness. The grinding, rolling, moving sound of the tomb's stone being pushed aside was the end of our fear, the beginning of our fearlessness.
Do you know that? Do you source your life, not in Saturday's silence, but in this Sunday's supernatural invitation into never thirsting again? Do you know those "streams of living water" that first began flowing from the open tomb?
O Church, HE IS ALIVE.