Many of my worst experiences in life have occurred at night-time. It’s as though the physical darkness of the world in that moment lent its hand to the darkness I was either experiencing or feeling. I can still get shivers down my spine when I think of those nights of darkness.
Night can be beautiful though, when you know what’s coming.
Jesus was dead. His body had been entombed. Night began. Darkness had already covered the earth…early that day…a symbol…a prophecy fulfilled. The physical darkness of the world in that moment lent its hand to the darkness Jesus was experiencing and feeling. Death was winning…or so it seemed.
But night can be beautiful, when you know what’s coming.
Saturday came, Sabbath for the Jews. No work. Not the usual busyness to fill one’s mind and tire one’s body. Jesus’ friends and disciples were forced to stop and think, reflect, mourn, pray, wonder…would his death be the end of everything they’d been living for?
What were they all thinking as they went to bed that Saturday night? A whole day had passed and Jesus’ death was now historical fact. No more miracles. No more kind teacher who exemplified patience, forbearance, love. Their friend and their spiritual leader was dead. Hopelessness, no doubt, began to set in. Despair was close behind.
But night is only night for its allotted time.
Dutiful, loving, and faithful to the end, the women-friends of Jesus’, along with his mother, prepare to anoint Jesus’ corpse. They rise early on Sunday, the Sabbath being over, and as the sun is rising, they go to the tomb. Night has passed. Morning has come.
And oh, what a morning! Jesus’ corpse is not there…waiting to be anointed by the women. Jesus had taken residence of his body once again and is gone from the tomb. The women are told by an angel, that they should no longer seek the living among the dead. “He is Risen!” They are directed to go and tell the disciples.
Miracles have not ceased! Their teacher, spiritual leader, and friend is not dead after all? What can this mean? What will happen next?
Morning is all the brighter when the night has been so dark.
Friend, perhaps this Saturday before Easter you are where I have been at many points in my life…wondering if the night will ever pass and if morning will ever come again. Let me assure you, Jesus’ death and resurrection assures us, MORNING WILL COME!
It may not be the way you desire it or hope, or expect. But because death has been ultimately rendered powerless, the darkness will not have the last say for those who are IN CHRIST!
Christ will return for all his dearly loved people one day, just as he returned in miraculous power that first Easter Sunday. Death has lost its sting. Death has lost its day of victory. Be patient and hopeful, dear one. Morning will come.
The night can be beautiful, when you know what’s coming.