...and then there's Saturday.

     The week leading up to Easter is a roller coaster ride of emotions. There is the intimacy of sharing communion at the table with Jesus in the upper room on Maundy Thursday. Then there is the anguish and loss of Good Friday. It all culminates with the glory of the resurrection on Easter Sunday. And then there is Saturday.

     Saturday. I think we spend much of our life in that Saturday. We aren't in that upper room sharing a meal with Jesus, we aren't in the deep despair of death and loss, and we aren't in the glory of rebirth. It is just, Saturday. Life goes on and we have to make our way from mundane task to mundane task. Things aren't great, things aren't bad, they just are. We do have an advantage that the disciples didn't have. We know that Easter is coming, even better, we know that Easter has come. We know "the rest of the story." So we may not feel like every day is Easter, a lot of our days probably feel like that Saturday, but we can live in the assurance that tomorrow is Easter. We can live in the assurance of the resurrection even when we don't feel like it.