Cindy Powell

Saturday was silent

Saturday was sad, and Saturday was sobering

But Saturday was also sacred

Away from the commotion and calamity of the previous days…

Alone with unlimited questions and gut-wrenching grief….

Agonizing over words both spoken and unspoken…

His followers waited

They waited in the quiet

They waited in their questions

They waited and they wondered…

Where was God?

Because on that silent Saturday…

God was unseen

God was unfelt

And, in many ways, God seemed unknown

But I have to believe…

Even in the midst of their very real grief

Even in the midst of colossal devastation and disappointment

Even in the midst of the unbearable pain of that silent Saturday …

There was still a flicker of hope

Because, the reality is, they DID know Him

They DID hear Him

They DID believe Him

And they DID see things they could never unsee

So, yes, Saturday was silent

But that flicker of hope was not in vain

God didn’t stay silent forever…

The ground shook

The mountains quaked

And the stone WAS rolled away …

My prayer for you on this silent, sacred Saturday is that you will hold fast to what you know to be true…

In spite of what you do or do not see

In spite of what you do or do not feel

Because His word is true and He doesn’t change

And He is NEVER silent forever