Been thinking about the in-between day. You know, the day between Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection.
I see groggy disciples waking, wondering if it was all a horrible dream. No, the master is not here. Wasn’t here all night. Oh yeah, they would remember, Nicodemus took the body to a grave.
A grave? For Jesus? The one who raised Lazarus? How could it be?
And how could the sun come up today, as if it were just another day? Why, yesterday the whole sky had gone dark. For six hours. As if to protest the murder of its creator.
He was the creator. Wasn’t he? But a creator killed by his creation? Can God die? Apparently, he can. Apparently, he did.
The men talk of plans for the day. Plans? For what? “Lord, to whom shall we go?” Peter had told him. “You have words of eternal life.”
But eternal life seemed an unlikely prospect this day. All hope was gone. And it would stay gone.
Thanks for posting this, Mike. The application of this has all kinds of encouragement for us, doesn’t it. How often do the things in this physical world make no sense. Sometimes we can’t imagine going on or don’t know what to do next. We can’t see beyond 9/11 or the loss of a job, the death of a child, etc. It’s a lesson for all of us that in time God reveals our next baby steps to us. But sometimes we are just stunned and left in the dark. I guess I’ve never thought much about the in-between and the significance of that time. As usual the Bible is fresh every time we look at it.