Everyday of holy week represents a place for us spiritually. Every day is a glorious place to be except Saturday. All the days have uplifting messages except for Saturday. Saturday is the saddest yet Saturday is where I find myself spiritually most often.
On palm Sunday and Easter Sunday we celebrate God is here. He is with us, he can conquer even death. We feel his presence and we have joy in knowing the creator is with us. When God is with us who can stand against us. No one!
Monday the temple is for the believers. On Monday Christ went to the temple and kicked over the money changers tables. We are called to relationship with God. Religion is meant to draw us nearer to Him yet sometimes it does the opposite. We need to have righteous indignation to all that comes between God and us. We need to be aware of the devil in the temple.
Tuesday is for thanksgiving. On Tuesday Mary poured incense over Christ feet. Thanksgiving is the secret to joy in our life or the lack of thanksgiving the reason for most of our misery. We take so much for granted. I don’t even think we can comprehend how much God does for us every minute of our lives. How glorious it is when we get a glimpse of how much we are blessed.
Wednesday Jesus lifted up His believers in prayer. How great is the power of prayer. How wonderful is the church to be called the body of Christ. Missionaries are giving glory to God across the globe. Christians to support and be supported. Solidarity and iron sharpening iron.
Thursday is for service. Jesus cleaned the feet of His apostles. I have been happiest when I have found a way to serve others in need. Work with purpose is what every man desires. We spend so much time in our own self serving thoughts that to set that aside and help others is cleansing. Service takes action and moves my soul toward my desired goals.
Friday I am set free from sin. On the cross Christ paid the price. His body broken and His blood spilled for my redemption. Sin has no power over me. No power to penalize me. No power to hold me or captivate me. I am free and have the ability never to be grabbed again.
Saturday God was silent. The apostle Joseph laid Christ in the tomb. The rest of the followers were scattered. Confusion and dismay ruled the day. The hands that healed were cold, lifeless and broken. On Friday I was redeemed but on Saturday I am revealed. My character flaws show and my doubts are exposed. Like the apostles I too have been in God’s presence yet suddenly I’m afraid, lonely, depressed and disjointed. On the cross Christ called out “my God why have you forsaken me”. On Saturday his disciples cried out to God and heard nothing. Joseph was brave enough to go ask for Christ body for burial. God gave Joseph burial rituals and customs that helped Joseph through this hard time. The myrrh and aloes used with linens to wrap the broken body of our Lord were fragrant and comforted the sorrows. When God is silent I need my rituals. I wish to greet each morning with this prayer: Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of Your love. Send forth Your Spirit and they shall be created and You shall renew the face of the earth. I’m intentional about prayer and bible study. Find your rituals and be comforted in God’s silence. Know that the glory of Sunday is just a day away.
