My son breaks the silence with the strums of his guitar on this Holy Saturday morning.
The mountain peaks are meeting the sky just behind him. But my mind is on the tomb. Coffee in hand, the sun is rising beautiful. I crave a quiet day.
Jesus died yesterday, on Good Friday. We are in the in-between now. Saturday drags like silent, unmoving darkness. After Christ’s anguish…., His chosen crawling to the cross, the cry, the calling, and the collapse…..He CHOSE a quiet tomb.
And what I know about quiet is that it doesn’t mean nothing is happening. Often it is the sound of a miracle in the making.
I glance the tree lines and eavesdrop on my son’s music drifting. On this Good Saturday morning that is just rising from darkness I remember:
“He sent Him to come to bestow on us a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. So that we might be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor. ” ~Isaiah 61:3
Rest peaceful in the quiet today.
Let the stillness settle in the knowledge that miracles are coming.
Below are the words connected to the chords my blue jean boy plays.
Claim them beloveds.
By Your Side by Tenth Avenue North
Why are you looking for love
‘Cause I’ll be by your side wherever you fall
Look at these hands at my side
And I’ll be by your side wherever you fall In the dead of night whenever you call
‘Cause I, I love you I want you to know That I, yeah I’ll love you I’ll never let you go, no, no. . .
