Place:dunsborough
Poison: toothpaste
Favorite things: 1970s caravans
There is a separation between Friday and Sunday, it’s called Saturday.
There was a separation between the disciples expectations of Jesus and his death.
How often do you find yourself in a place of separation, when something that started off so great finds itself in a place of inbetween?
Lenten blog
It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last. The centurion, seeing what had happened, praised God and said, “Surely this was a righteous man.” When all the people who had gathered to witness this sight saw what took place, they beat their breasts and went away. But all those who knew him, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance, watching these things. (Luke 23:44-49 NIV)
Imagine being one of these disciples. Imagine the separation, the loss the utter desperate place of confusion at what had happened.
How could someone who called himself the son of God, not save himself?
How could something that started so well finish so badly?
Saturday is the day in the easter story that prolonged the separation.
Saturday is hump day in this story. We know the next part of the story though the disciples didn’t.
What areas of your life are you in a place of separation?
You don’t know the end of the story. The place your in now seems desperate and unbelievably low, yet don’t despair the stories not finished.
Don’t lose hope, I believe the bible when it says ‘all things work together for good.’
How bad did this story look in the disciples short term history, yet God had a plan that would take their breath away.
Separation is only that because there is something on the other side.
It’s Friday, but watch out Sundays coming!
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