The Journey Through
Saturday of Holy Week | April 19
Theme: What He Walked Through… and What We Walk Through Now
đź“– Scripture:
“Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. But they rested on the Sabbath in obedience to the commandment.”
—Luke 23:56 (NIV)
✨ Reflection and Insight
The cross was no longer occupied.
The stone was rolled in place.
The sky had gone quiet.
And hope… felt buried.
This is Saturday—the day between death and resurrection.
The day we don’t preach about enough.
Not because nothing happened…
but because nothing could be seen.
Jesus’ body lay in the tomb.
His followers sat in grief.
Heaven felt silent.
And that’s where many of us live—in the in-between.
The space between promise and fulfillment.
Between diagnosis and healing.
Between letting go and receiving what’s next.
đź’Ą The Everyday Parallel
Have you ever felt like nothing is moving, even though everything in your heart is waiting?
Have you rested not because you wanted to, but because there was nothing left to do?
Saturday is sacred, even in its stillness.
It teaches us how to grieve, how to wait, how to trust God in silence.
It tells us:
You don’t have to feel resurrection for it to be real.
You just have to stay through the stillness.
đź’ Personal Reflection
There have been seasons when I felt like I had no words.
Only sighs.
No vision.
Only fog.
I didn’t know resurrection was coming.
I just knew something had died, and I was left holding the ache.
But Holy Saturday reminds me—
God is still working in the unseen.
Still breathing into dust.
Still moving stones I cannot lift.
And the silence is not punishment.
It is preparation.
🙏🏾 Invitation for Reflection
What silence are you sitting in?
What are you waiting for that hasn’t yet come?
Can you believe—even here—that God is not finished?
This Saturday, don’t rush to Sunday.
Sit here, if you need to.
Cry here.
Rest here.
Wait here.
Because even in the silence, God is still faithful.
🎶 Musical Moment
Song: “Sunday’s on the Way” – Take 6
This song has walked with me through many silent seasons.
It reminds me that resurrection doesn’t always arrive with fireworks—
Sometimes it tiptoes in after a long night of weeping.
“So, when problems try to bury you and make it hard for you to pray—
May seem like that Friday night, but Sunday’s on the way.”
I listen to it when I need to believe again.
When I need to remind my soul:
The silence isn’t the ending—it’s the sacred pause before the stone is rolled away.
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