What do we do with the in-between? 

We grieve and lament Jesus on the cross, the Lamb of God slain for the sins of the world. And we know that Sunday is coming—resurrection, hope, life, joy. 

But what about Saturday—between the cross and resurrection? Between grief and hope. Death and life. Ashes and beauty. We can’t rush from Friday to Sunday. We have to sit in the midst of grief and longing. We have to wait. But why? 

There is something sacred about Saturday’s stillness in the passion account. The disciples didn’t have eyes to see that hope was brimming under the surface. They were full of grief and despair, longing and fear. But we are of those who see the dawn of Sunday. 

And yet, here we sit: BETWEEN.

And really, isn’t that all of life here on this earth for the Christian? Our past has been defeated, ransomed and put to death by the blood of Jesus. And yet we are not home yet. We long for the day when all will be made new, tears wiped away, face-to-face with our God. We dwell between death and new life. 

So then, how should we live in this long BETWEEN? 

With hearts full of gratitude as we cast our glance behind us and remember what Jesus paid for on the cross. 

With eyes set forward on our true and eternal Hope. Our Dawn from on high. 

And then we dig in deep to the ground below us, cultivating faithfulness today— this in-between Saturday. And we wait, because we know: brighter days truly are ahead.