Good evening, friends. It’s Friday night, the cross is empty and the grave is full. Good Friday is finished, and now we wait. What will Sunday bring? How long will Saturday last?
We’ve all stood at the edge of a grave and wondered what would come next. We’ve all wondered, “How long?”
We never stand at that edge, with those questions, alone.
Psalm 21:1-11, TNIV
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, but I find no rest.
Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the praise of Israel.
In you our ancestors put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.
They cried to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
But I am a worm, not a human being;
I am scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads.
“He trusts in the LORD,” they say,
“let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.”
Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me feel secure on my mother’s breast.
From birth I was cast on you;
from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
Do not be far from me, for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.
Peace to you as we wait for our answers.