SURVIVING SATURDAY

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You might look at that title and justifiably assume I’m talking about being the single mom of a million kids and having what it takes to survive a weekend with them… lol, that would make a great blog! I bet there’s one out there!!   But nope.  Not what’s on my heart today.

My heart is inside Saturday. The middle.  During lent and heading up to the season of Resurrection, my heart is stuck on Saturday.  We all gather together and ‘celebrate’ that wretched day ‘ Good Friday’ and much is made about the cross (rightfully so) The depth of the love of God to send His one and only son for us, the pain and torment of the cross and what it meant for the triune God to be separate for the first time in any time.  It’s a Holy and somber day. And then we jump to Sunday and have a mad party for the joy and elation of the risen Lord!!              UP FROM THE GRAVE HE AROSE!!!                                                         I remember singing that as a kid and the crowd of people around me just belting it out with so much passion.  Sunday is such an awesome day!

But Saturday.  Nothing happens on Saturday. Saturday is forgotten in the center of the world’s greatest drama.  Back after the crucifixion it was all hiding in rooms, and denying they knew him, and grief and fear. Saturday is the void. 

Depending on your life… you may spend a lot of time in Saturday.  I know I have.  That time after my life has been torn to shreds and everything I knew is gone. Everything I built or held to is just gone.  It’s dead. And not just overnight. That dead doesn’t rise up with the sun, no… it stays dead. gone. dormant. silent. dark.

Day after endless day.  Like a fog that rolls in and will not leave. I hate that Saturday!  What do you do with that?  I know the message of the cross is one of HOPE. . That Jesus is alive and that all the stuff that happened before is swept away in the new life of our resurrected King.  But for now, for Saturday, He’s behind a rock and we can’t see what He’s doing on our behalf. We can’t see the war He’s waging. We only know the night is lonely.  I know the message is that Sunday comes.  But until then, what do you do?

Here’s what I’m chewing on.

15 Then Nathan went home. And the Lord caused the son of David and Bathsheba, Uriah’s widow, to be very sick. 16 David prayed to God for the baby. David fasted and went into his house and stayed there, lying on the ground all night. 17 The elders of David’s family came to him and tried to pull him up from the ground, but he refused to get up or to eat food with them.

18 On the seventh day the baby died. David’s servants were afraid to tell him that the baby was dead. They said, “Look, we tried to talk to David while the baby was alive, but he refused to listen to us. If we tell him the baby is dead, he may do something awful.”

19 When David saw his servants whispering, he knew that the baby was dead. So he asked them, “Is the baby dead?”

They answered, “Yes, he is dead.”

20 Then David got up from the floor, washed himself, put lotions on, and changed his clothes. Then he went into the Lord’s house to worship. After that, he went home and asked for something to eat. His servants gave him some food, and he ate.

David understood Saturday.  All that stuff with  Bathsheba and her husband happened, and God was mad and Nathan was mad and the rug was just pulled right out from under this great king.  There’s a baby involved and consequences of Sin, and it’s all a mess, and then there’s a death and David enters Saturday…

But David didn’t mope around on Saturday. Sure he didn’t dance in the streets, but he didn’t just sit around and let grief swallow him either. He got up, he got on with it, and he worshiped.  He went to the Lord’s house to worship.

Man I miss that important bit so often. It’s Saturday and it’s all gone to crap and I’m scrambling to remember when it was good and figure out how it went wrong and I’m chanting the promises of God about His showing up on Sunday. But I wallow on Saturday. When what I ought to do is go over to His place and worship Him.  There’s so much comfort and clarity in the house of the Lord in that place of worship. My situation is laid down for a bit, not forgotten, ( how can you forget ? ) but for a time I focus on the beauty and Holiness of my Saviour. I stop trying and just respond. Strong hymns of truth wash over me and cover me in armor for whatever is ahead,  sweet choruses that reaffirm the realities of His love for me , sink in and clear out the distortions of what my head has been thinking and leave in their wake fresh air. I breathe deeper.  Nothings changed, but everything’s changed.   

Saturday may just last the night, or it may be months, years, I know someone who’s been in Saturday for 17 years and counting!!  … Sunday may not show up for some people while they breathe on this soil.  But Sunday  IS coming.  In the meantime… get up,  get your hair did,  have a nosh, and then Worship Him.

God,

I can’t bring back whats gone. I can’t. Some things I’ll never see again. {Some things I never want to see again 😉 } I can’t make Saturday speed up and manufacture some false version of happy to fill the time between death and resurrection .  But I can worship you. And really,  I love to worship you!  You are so worthy! so beautiful! So Holy!  You fill all the cracks and all the ripped open places. You give me all the stuff that I don’t have and the things I don’t even know I’ll need yet. You infuse me  with strength I don’t deserve and love I couldn’t hope to have any other way. You’re the love of my life Jesus!  Worshiping you is like date night only better.  Like a meal after fasting for a long time. Like sleeping in after a long night. It’s just so good.  Please remind me when I get tangled up in what’s going on.  Forgive me for putting all the other stuff first,  for worshiping other things, and people and habits and pain. I get it all wrong – a lot!  But when we’re together and I’m just focused on you , I change. I’m changing. Worship helps me see you clearer, and that’s helpful if I’m ever going to become more like you. Thank you God for being so patient with me.

Amen.

(Also Jesus could you comfort those who are mourning loss. I know we can’t speed Saturday up, but can you hold those who are there right now? Thank you)

(also also.. Woot Sunday!)

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