Everyone is waiting for
something. Maybe not all of the time, but most of the time, we are all
waiting. For a phone call, an email, an interview, a test result, a birth, a
death.
On this day one man was
waiting for something unique. To resurrect with a glorified body. A body
that would still eat and walk and talk. Still, a glorified, un-dying
body. Never happened before. Never happened since. None of his
friends, it seems, though he told them to expect it, were waiting for that to happen.
Can you blame them?
It is said that his waiting
was rewarded. It is said that we are all in a Saturday waiting time
zone. For those who wait with Hope, it is said we will share in waiting’s
reward.
“It is a good thing to
remember that in the cosmic drama, we live our days on Saturday, the in-between
day with no name. I know a woman whose grandmother lies buried under
150-year-old live oak trees in the cemetery of an Episcopal church in rural
Louisiana. In accordance with the grandmother’s instructions, only one
word is carved on the tombstone: ‘Waiting.’” (P. Yancy, The Jesus I Never Knew, p. 275)
It’s Saturday. Something new
was stirring in Jesus, dead as dead though he was. And he waited.
Turns out, it was worth the wait.
It’s Saturday. What stirs
within your soul? What are you waiting for? When you receive
the greatest hope for which you wait, will it have been worth the wait?