Holy Saturday
It's been a quiet introspective day..
I've often contemplated how the followers of Jesus felt this day. It is empty Saturday. It is not when the tomb was empty...but when we imagine the hearts of the disciples feeling empty, unknowing, fearful, questioning, trying to figure out what in the world they were to do now. What do you remember he said... What do you remember he said we are to do...where are we to go...where will we be safe...how can we go on...
Too many questions for one day...one night... For all of us to answer every morning...
To be ready to say...this day belongs to God. Here I am...Send me...use me
Gracious mercy get your in fullest measure.
God abide
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
@2015
I've often contemplated how the followers of Jesus felt this day. It is empty Saturday. It is not when the tomb was empty...but when we imagine the hearts of the disciples feeling empty, unknowing, fearful, questioning, trying to figure out what in the world they were to do now. What do you remember he said... What do you remember he said we are to do...where are we to go...where will we be safe...how can we go on...
Too many questions for one day...one night... For all of us to answer every morning...
To be ready to say...this day belongs to God. Here I am...Send me...use me
Gracious mercy get your in fullest measure.
God abide
Bobbie Giltz McGarey
@2015
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