Between the cross of Friday and the victory of Sunday rests Holy Saturday.
But it doesn't really rest.
It's a tight line of tension walked first by the disciples.
Longing.
Doubting.
Despairing.
Hurting.
Reeling.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Trusting that when the sun comes up,
so will the Son of Man...
The Son of God,
The Hope of Glory,
The Great Rescuer.
We hold our breath
and we wait for Him.
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