Yesterday was Good Friday.
A handful of years ago, I wrote about my take on Good Friday....and what's so good about it anyway. Feel free to check that out HERE...
Tomorrow is Easter.
Today is the "in between."
I hate in between.
In between represents waiting.
In between means not knowing.
When someone says "I'm 'in between' jobs," it means they don't have one. They used to. And they hope to again. They are waiting. In between.
When someone says "I'm 'in between' a rock and a hard place," they are feeling stuck. Trying to make a decision between two things; neither of which sound hopeful.
I am in an "in between" stage in life. Not a rock-and-a-hard-place sort of thing. And not an 'in between something I used to have and something I hope to.
Just in-between.
Kids are growing up. They still need me as their mama. Present and accounted for. But not in the same way they needed me 5, 10 and 17 years ago.
And not the same way they will need me in another 5, 10 and 17 years.
I'm in an 'in between' state with my relationship. Not married, but not just dating. Not a bad thing, by any means...just 'in-between.'
I learned that I'm sort of 'in between' when it comes to my professional writing status. I have the experience and bylines. But not the degree. I'm taking steps towards the latter while continuing with the former. Not a bad place. But still...in between.
Personally, I have hope for all of the areas that I am 'in between' in.
And I am reminded of that today....the Saturday in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
Last night I watched the "Passion of the Christ" with Brian and his daughter. It was horrific. It brought to life the last 12 hours of Jesus' life.
There was nothing pastel or spring-like or warm and fuzzy about Mel Gibson's depiction.
It was a visual reminder of the evil that exists and the evil that Jesus took on. For me.
I've seen this movie before. And I've taken away different messages from it before.
But this time I was struck by something way different.
THE IN BETWEEN.
What must Mary have thought as she watched her son tortured? Surely, as a mama, she thought she would never recover.
What did the disciples think while they watched the one they followed die.
Surely everything they thought was going to happen didn't play out they way they envisioned...during the last 12 hours of Jesus' life.
Surely Peter, who denied Jesus 3 times when all of this was going on, was distraught and not sure if he could ever recover.
Surely anyone who was there, who had witnessed Jesus say "it is finished," and then die, questioned whether or not there was any hope beyond that.
Especially the day after.
The day in between. The day of darkness. The day of no hope.
The day in between what you have seen and what you don't yet know.
Fortunately, the end of the story is so way far out there, way far better, and way far witnessed and true.
Jesus did conquer death. And He did it the way it was prophesied. As the temple that was rebuilt after being destroyed 3 days before.
I could elaborate on that. Show scripture. Act spiritual. Pretend that I understand way more than I do.
Maybe another time.
Right now it is Saturday.
The day in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
For me as a christian, I can say I understand and believe the end of the story. That's why we can call Good Friday, Good Friday.
For today....I understand the Saturday.
The in-between.
The part where everything looks dark, nothing is certain, and hope is something that just might have died a day ago.
I'll bet that others can relate to this in their own lives.
All I can say is that I know the end of the story.
I don't know how it will look here on earth. I don't even know what we are having for Easter dinner tomorrow.
But I know that in the end of the "Easter Story," after Jesus is seen and he tells others in Mark 16:7 "but go, tell the disciples and tell Peter...."
Jesus wanted Peter to come. To know. That even though Peter denied Jesus, as was predicted, there is still hope. Jesus is alive. And Peter is loved. And wanted. And not forgotten. And specifically asked for.
I makes the whole "in between" thing okay for me.
Not 'cause I have all the answers. And not because I want to answer for anyone else but myself. And not because my answer is the same as yours, because you are a follower of Christ.
But because Christ is who He said he was. He did what He said He would do. And He did and accomplished what was prophesied. (journalist tend to look for facts over feelings)
There was an 'in between.'
And there is now.
I know where my "in between" is.....
and I know it won't be the same for you.
But no doubt you are in one.
And here is my *asterisk on this blogpost.....Do you have hope for whatever your tomorrows hold?
I'm here to tell you that it doesn't matter if you make tents (Peter), pump gas, give massages, write best-sellers.....
....whether you can see it today or not....
....there is a purpose, even in the in-betweens.
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