Today is the day between death and the unknown. At least that’s what it was that first Easter for the followers of Jesus. Yesterday was a crucifixion, the common torturous death of a criminal. But, the man they looked at on those crosses wasn’t a criminal—he was a friend, a teacher and something more. He was hope.
But today it feels like hope is dead. They don’t know about tomorrow. I wonder what it was like not to know. The grieving. The weeping. The questions. The remembering. Oh, the remembering. Stories of storms ceasing, hands un-shriveling and demons retreating. Reminiscence of revolutionary teaching on breaking the Sabbath and loving an enemy.
The day between death and the unknown. Silence. Loss. Fear. Isolation. The foreshadowing of victory — a curtain torn, a centurion’s testimony — are only recognized tomorrow but not today. Today is for loss. Today is the day in the middle, the day between death and the unknown.
I too have been pondering this ‘day between’ and wondering how I would have responded. I’m neither a writer or a blogger (1st blog reading, 1st blog reply) and I didn’t realize you have a blog, but now that I know……………….
Blessings on you my friend.
Thanks for dropping by the blog friend! As I pondered and was tempted to include thoughts my response — and the in-between we live in (the time between life and life) I resisted. I want to learn to sit in the tension just a little bit longer than normal
thank you for those thoughts, friend. I so want to rush to Sunday – Oh, Happy Day!
But so appreciate your insight and taking us there.
THANK YOU for blogging!
I know myself well enough to know that I would have been questioning, doubting, wondering if all I was so sure of was really true.
I have often thought of this day between also and am usually saddened by what I’m sure I would’ve felt.
So thankful that day between was only a day.
Love you, Fletch.