Holy Saturday. And Jesus, Resting.

By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. (Genesis 2:2)

At the place where Jesus was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid. Because it was the Jewish day of Preparation [the day before the Sabbath] and since the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there. (John 19:41-42)

It is finished, Jesus said. The job is done. And so, on the seventh day, Jesus rested from his all his work.

Like Father, like Son. 

For just as the Father rested when he’d finished his good creation, Jesus rested when he’d finished his new. And both on day seven. These two “restings” bookend old creation, marking its very first day and its very last. To alter a popular Easter phrase, It’s Saturday, but Sunday’s coming. 

Salma di Cristo (Christ died) by Carracci, ca. 1583. Image from Wikipedia.

Holy Saturday is this day of rest, the day between old and new creation, the day of quiet glory, the day when all creation held its breath as the Lord of creation lay breathless in the tomb.

Because tomorrow, on the first day of the first week of the new creation that never ends, everything is going to change.

But for today, we wait. We rest. We enjoy. 

We don’t grieve, though we empathize with those first followers of Jesus, who mourned and wept on that first Holy Saturday, unaware of the joy of tomorrow. Instead, we reflect, we consider, we pause, we thank. We wait.

We take a moment to breathe deeply of the air that’s clean. To hear the gentle, morning birds. To witness the rising sun or falling rain. To feel the glory of the rest.

And to respond by resting, confident and expectant.

It is Saturday, after all. Holy Saturday. And Sunday? It’s almost here.

just as the Father rested when finished his good creation


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