Can you imagine what it was like in heaven on this Sabbath day some two thousand years ago? The sense of anticipation... the held breath of the cosmos... The pregnant pause... the labor pains of Life Eternal... building, growing, deepening until it could burst forth in glorious day.
Tick tock. Waiting.
Ever wonder if the angels were looking at their proverbial watches and thinking "c'mon! c'mon already!" as the seconds ticked by? They had to have been the longest seconds in eternity. Did they get impatient? Or was it a thrill?
Tick tock. Waiting.
Those pesky demons were probably jumping around in jubilation. "He's dead! We won! We WON!!" Little did they know... I wonder if they felt the hand of God hovering? I wonder if they knew they signed their own end? I wonder if they felt Heaven's joyous anticipation as their own impending doom? Probably not. They thought they knew the end already.
Tick tock. Waiting.
Most of us don't like waiting. I certainly don't. Maybe that's because we're short-sighted. All we can see is what we don't have right-here-and-now. We don't see the morning coming. Maybe because we aren't looking for it.
The disciples didn't. The women who came to tend to Jesus' body didn't. Even though they'd been told, they didn't know that they were front-row witnesses to the redemption of human existence. The sun was rising... but they weren't waiting for the SON to RISE.
Perhaps the waiting is just as important as what comes after. Perhaps in the waiting we learn how truly precious the morning is. As Christians, our end is written. Our joy is coming. Perhaps what really matters is what we do with the waiting.
"Crying may last for the night, but JOY comes in the morning."
Wait for it.
Tick tock. Waiting.
Ever wonder if the angels were looking at their proverbial watches and thinking "c'mon! c'mon already!" as the seconds ticked by? They had to have been the longest seconds in eternity. Did they get impatient? Or was it a thrill?
Tick tock. Waiting.
Those pesky demons were probably jumping around in jubilation. "He's dead! We won! We WON!!" Little did they know... I wonder if they felt the hand of God hovering? I wonder if they knew they signed their own end? I wonder if they felt Heaven's joyous anticipation as their own impending doom? Probably not. They thought they knew the end already.
Tick tock. Waiting.
Most of us don't like waiting. I certainly don't. Maybe that's because we're short-sighted. All we can see is what we don't have right-here-and-now. We don't see the morning coming. Maybe because we aren't looking for it.
The disciples didn't. The women who came to tend to Jesus' body didn't. Even though they'd been told, they didn't know that they were front-row witnesses to the redemption of human existence. The sun was rising... but they weren't waiting for the SON to RISE.
Perhaps the waiting is just as important as what comes after. Perhaps in the waiting we learn how truly precious the morning is. As Christians, our end is written. Our joy is coming. Perhaps what really matters is what we do with the waiting.
"Crying may last for the night, but JOY comes in the morning."
Wait for it.
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