A Silent Saturday

Pilate was surprised to hear that He was already dead. Summoning the centurion, he asked him if Jesus had already died. When he learned from the centurion that it was so, he gave the body to Joseph. So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in linen, and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock. Then he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb. – (Mark 15:44-46, NIV)

 

After the devastation of the cross, a faithful few prepared Jesus’ body and buried Him in a tomb. By sun up, it would be the Sabbath, and no one would be going anywhere or doing anything. The disciples and other followers of Jesus likely spent the day in mourning. Meanwhile, the chief priests and the Pharisees were not at all at ease. They went to Pilate because they recalled the words of Jesus, and clearly had concerns about what might transpire in the coming days.

 

“Sir,” they said, “we remember that while He was still alive that deceiver said, ‘After three days I will rise again.’ So, give the order for the tomb to be made secure until the third day. Otherwise, His disciples may come and steal the body and tell the people that He has been raised from the dead. This last deception will be worse than the first.” – (Matthew 27:63-64, NIV)

 

Consequently, Pilate ordered his guards to make the tomb secure and to stand guard at the tomb. That Saturday, all seemed to be silent. Jewish law kept mourners from moving about and doing much of anything, and I imagine that each of the faithful followers of Jesus retreated to their own homes and pondered all that had transpired in the previous twenty-four hours. It is as if the world stopped spinning, and all were stuck in a silent space of grief and disbelief. For me, knowing the whole story, I am in a space between awe and agony at the weight of all that Jesus bore on my behalf, and the anticipation of celebration, knowing that He conquered death and rose again the very next day.  Today is a space of waiting. Silent reflection and appreciation are what flood my heart and mind. I mourn my own sinfulness, yet overflow with gratitude for the salvation that is granted because He bore it all for me. May we each find our own quiet moments to reflect on the magnitude of what our Maker did for us all as we stay in this space of sacred silence.

 

This day of waiting, A SIlent Saturday

Sabbath long ago;

The Savior, buried,

Seemed hope’s final blow.

The world lay silent,

The Savior was dead;

Where were they to go,

What could have been said?

Silent reflection,

Such grief on that day;

What could have been done,

Unrealized grace.

O painful waiting,

To go to the tomb;

Observe in anguish,

Savior’s seeming doom.

The stillness gave way,

For we know the end;

Death could not hold Him,

As He rose again.

 

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for sending Your one and only Son to make the way for us to be restored unto You. Thank You Jesus, for bearing the weight of all of our sin upon Yourself; for we are the ones deserving sanctions of suffering, not You. Forgive us for not fully embracing the weight of what You have done for us, or for questioning whether or not Your sacrifice truly covered it all. Teach us to trust You more, so that we would receive the mercy and grace provided at the cross, and demonstrate our gratitude by living a life that ever seeks Your will. Show us how to love those around us in a way that makes the promise that joy comes in the morning no matter how dark the night appears, evident. May many come to embrace the grace that You made possible through Your death and resurrection on this holy weekend so long ago. Be glorified O God, as we set our hearts in silent reflection over all that You did to make us acceptable in Your sight. Amen.

 

© Shannon Elizabeth Grabrick and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

 

So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. – John 16:22

Reckless Words

Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise bring healing. – (Proverbs 12:18)

 

All of us, at one time or another, have likely been both the issuer and the recipient, of reckless words. Growing up, the saying, “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all,” somehow stuck and was on constant replay whenever unkind words came my way. I found solace in silence, as I retreated from recklessness. Still, it took being surrounded by tender wisdom, where words of encouragement flowed freely, before healing truly began to happen.

 

Today, I find the same to still be true. Community is critical, and I am called to surround myself with wise women who can speak truth, when the world tries to do otherwise. I too, am to do the same for all whom I encounter. If I cannot speak light and life to another, then I am not meant to speak at all. God is faithful to provide both words and opportunity to extend encouragement, if only I make myself available to hear His heart for others.

 

When reckless words,Reckless Words

pierce like a sword;

hear God’s own heart,

wisdom’s accord.

Tongue of the wise,

brings healing, hope;

encouragement,

to stay afloat.

As hearts are healed,

they too, speak life;

disarming swords,

an end to strife.

Let His light shine,

through spoken word;

may God’s own heart,

be the voice heard.

 

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You are our Source and Supply. Thank You that You bring healing and forgiveness when reckless words are spoken, and You grant wisdom so that we too, might be Your voice of truth that offers healing to the hurting. Forgive us for our reckless words, thoughts and deeds, and grant us wisdom to slow down and seek You before we speak or act in anger. Teach us to trust You in all things and at all times. Let Your love be what shines through us to all whom we encounter. May many come to know Your saving grace, as they enter into a lasting relationship with You. Be glorified through the words we speak, and may they bring life and healing to all. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present.

For it is commendable if a man bears up under the pain of unjust suffering because he is conscious of God. – I Peter 2:19