Saturday: Psalm 31 & Matthew 27.57-66

From Dan Roge

Saturday before the resurrection is a hard day to live for those of us who follow Jesus. I can usually handle the drama of Good Friday, but the long pause of Saturday… That’s what really tends to test me.

Lately I feel like I’ve seen a lot of people stuck in long Saturdays, which, if you look back, were preceded by some pretty high and intimate moments with the Teacher. We may not have totally understood what was happening, but whatever it was it felt powerful and intimate - like a special meal prepared precisely to satisfy tastes we never knew we had. Surprise after surprise. Then, suddenly, the long Saturday we never expected. Many of us, like Mary, sitting on a small boulder across from the filled tomb with a few other bereft friends. Wordless. Confused. How was this what we were building towards? Maybe those claims of the Father’s kingdom coming where metaphorical? Spiritual euphemism? Like something that’s true, but just true on the inside? Yeah. That’s probably it.

I don’t know if, on the long Saturday, I pray with quite as much vibrato as David in Psalm 31. Maybe he wrote this in hindsight, or if he read it with a yell - shouting, demanding it to be true.

“Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead and guide me”

“I hate those who cling to worthless idols; as for me, I trust in the Lord”. You can hear him convincing the Lord that he’s on the inside, one of the ones that sits quiet on Saturday. Not hiding. Just sitting, confused, waiting for something to happen. 

“My life is consumed by anguish and my years with groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.” He’s not made for this kind of weight. Can his body stand stand it?

“I’m forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.” Maybe he’s just a lost coin stuck between two couch cushions? Sure, the Father would search for that one big silver coin day and night. But a nickle in the cushions?

“How abundant are the good things that you have stored up for those who fear you, that you bestow in the sight of all, on those who take refuge in you.” Remember what He has done. He isn’t going to leave you in Saturday forever. Remember.

“Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord”

Even if all you can do is sit. Sit through Saturday. If you need to bellow out your confusion in front of the sealed stone door, stay there - Psalm 31 and Matthew 27: 57-66 invites you to cry your eyes out.

We aren’t here for Saturday. No one showed up because they just wanted to get to Saturday. If He is who He said He is, Sunday’s going to be amazing.

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