Thousands of years ago . . .
This day was the Day of In-Between.
The time after the death of Jesus . . .
But before they saw how the story really ends.
That place where nothing makes sense . . .
You grow weary in the wilderness . . .
Where victory seems out of reach.
The place where hope is lost . . .
Strength is surrendered . . .
Dreams dissolve + . . .
Clarity succumbs to confusion.
That place where silence is your only friend.
On this side of the Cross . . .
We know how the story plays out.
So, this Day of In-Between is lost on us.
Today . . .
Take a moment to stand in the silence of the in-between.
The space between the Cross + the Resurrection.
Where you feel the loss . . .
The weight of the sacrifice . . .
So that the rising of the Son is that much sweeter.
