Holy Saturday, April 19, 2014

Morning Psalm: 88 | Evening Psalm: 27
Lamentations 3:37-58 | Romans 8:1-11 | Hebrews 4:1-16
“Do you work wonders for the dead?…
Are your wonders known in the darkness?” (Ps 88:10a, 12a)
Jesus dies with a cry of deepest anguish. And then the drama leaves us with the echoes of His agony staining our ears as we sit in the darkness and wait. We wait in silence and wonder for the morning song. But will it come? 
Sometimes life runs so dry that the engine block of our soul cracks and we can only watch ourselves bleed. But the psalms teach us how to ache for the Kingdom and mourn and hope, because some days that is all we can do. Wait, bleed, hope—for ourselves and others. Perhaps we would like to live under the guise that we can build God’s Kingdom and fix the world. But can we raise the dead? Can we even keep ourselves from dying? We are infants in our Father’s arms, and unless He acts we are dead—because the engine block of the world we were born into has cracked.
But this is our greatest place of rest. It is in our darkest moments that we become most alive to the God who renews the irreversible brokenness of our lives. Suffering becomes salvation in the hands of God—and we are pregnant with the resurrection even now. Soon we will see that we have borne a most beautiful thing, because our Lord will take what seemed like senseless agony and turn it into fruitful labor pangs. And He is doing it now. 
The more empty we are, He is all that more abundant to fill us until abundant life overflows from our most broken moments. The morning song rises gently from our grateful hearts as the darkness begins to recede. And it recedes now. 
Lord Jesus Christ, son of the Living God, have mercy on us whom You so radically pursue, even to the grave. Teach us to taste the fruits of Your goodness and be consumed with Your beauty in the darkness as we wait. And as we rejoice in You, make us the light of the world we so desperately long to be. We ask this in Your name, by the power of the Holy Spirit, to the glory of the Father. Amen.
Sarah McCurdy
MAR Student
Akron, OH   

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