The Theology of Saturday.

This morning as I was driving to Wash Park to go for a nice, long run I was listening to K-love, a Christian radio station. They had Max Lucado in the studio this past week, apparently an "Easter expert" and they replayed a part of it this morning. Divine timing because it really got me thinking about the silent day between Good Friday and celebratory Easter morning: Saturday. He commented (appropriately on Saturday) that this day is one that was filled with worry, fear and confusion by so many people, especially the disciples. I cannot even imagine how they must have felt after spending years following Him, being discipled by Him, and then... He's gone. They must have felt so lost, wondering what their purpose is now in life and what they are supposed to do. I am sure they were sorting through the emotions of grief and loss, guilt and confusion. After all, they really did not understand why Jesus had to die, why did He not save Himself?? They all responded in different way, Judas with betrayal, Peter with denial, and the others by running away and falling asleep during Jesus' time of greatest need. Max Lucado applies this to our lives and talks about the theology of Saturday. How many of us are living in a season of Saturdays, inbetween the intiation of pain and the solution of pain. We are waiting for Sunday, the day when God will make sense of the confusion, when He will comfort our pain and give our lives purpose again. I feel like this is somewhat of a vague metaphor in that it can be applied generally and specifically. In some ways, I think that living on earth is just one big long Saturday, but also I think there are specific seasons in our lives when we are waiting for the solution of our pain and that it does happen here on earth, eventually.

The other way that Max (can I call you Max? I feel like you're my friend) applies this to our lives... he talks about how Jesus also walked through this day with us, this Saturday. He walked through the pain and confusion, He knows... He understands. Those four words are just incredible aren't they? He knows, he understands. I just finished up with a Beth Moore study where one of the greatest lessons I learned was in response to my needs and wants that "God is". And in the Bible, God is described as "I Am"... a simple, yet profound way of describing who God is. It's like trying to describe God with a paragraph full of adjectives is simply a waste of time and gets you nowwhere, instead it's in the simple and powerful statements that the deepest truths are understood, spoken straight to our souls. I am just astounded that Jesus understands and He knows. It brings me to tears here in Dazbog cafe because it is so important and emotional to be understood and to be known, just in general none-the-less by the creator of the universe. Wow. It's amazing how the truthes of Easter impact me differently every year. I am so excited to head to church tomorrow and dance and celebrate that HE IS ALIVE! and HE IS RISEN! and all the other purple phrases splattered across the bulletins in churches across America. Praise Him and Happy Easter friends.