Living in Saturday

I seem to be stuck in Saturday... with one HUGE advantage. I happen to know that there is a resurrection coming on Sunday. 2000 years ago they did not have that assurance.

Think about that. You had promises, visions and dreams that you had been assured of and even seen face to face for three years. But that was all gone. They nailed all of that to a tree yesterday. So now you sit in Saturday wondering what happened ... how you could have misunderstood so completely and what you were going to do next.

The dream was gone. Dead and buried in a tomb.

But no matter how much you felt abandoned. No matter how many tears you cried. No matter that your faith and belief had been ripped from you ... Sunday still came and there was a resurrection. And the dream ... though perhaps not what you thought it was going to be ... was perfect. And you knew that you knew that you knew...

So, even knowing that I know that I know, I sit in Saturday and maybe feel a little abandoned, and maybe cry a few tears, but my faith is not in what I heard - but in who said it.

There is a resurrection coming.