Eden to Gethsemane.
Today is Saturday. The day in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. It’s the awkward little pause in the weekend when we’re not sure if we should mourn because of yesterday or be overjoyed because we know the end of the story, the resurrection of Jesus.
I think too often we live in the Saturday.
Not in a good, memorial sort of way; In an on-the-fence sort of way.
We know that Christ suffered for us to the point of death, and yet, we do not live in the victory of Christ. We believe in Friday and yet our life doesn’t reflect Sunday. And so, we get caught in the middle. Saturday.
I believe in the goodness of Saturday. I believe in taking this weekend slow and not simply jumping ahead to the goodness of the resurrection.
But I also want to live a life that ultimately reflects the sweet joy of a Sunday.
Today has forced me to reflect on where I’m living. It took me to the garden. First Eden and then Gethsemane. Which was really beautiful because I spent all day arranging flowers. How lovely is it that our Savior spent time in a garden?
He sat under olive trees and I stood surrounded by greens and tulips. But our prayer was the same: To be fully surrendered to our sweet Father.
It is my utmost prayer to not only live a life of gratitude for Friday but a life radically changed by the story of Sunday.
“Knees to the earth that You breathed by Your word,
As You watched the darkness come
As You watched the darkness come
Crushed by the weight of the cost as You prayed
Not my will but Yours be done
Gethsemane, where heaven met me
Redeemer, crowned in endless praise
My Savior, name above all names
King Jesus, take the highest place.”
-Kari Jobe