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?