On Holy Saturday, the disciples waited to understand. Mary, the mother of God, waited for her tears to stop flowing. Barabbas waited for the other shoe to fall. The Roman guards outside the tomb waited for their tour of duty to end. The Pharisees waited to be proven right about Jesus. Pilate waited to feel less guilt. Mary (the mother of James), Salome and Mary Magdalene waited for the right time to anoint Jesus’ body. The centurion waited to see what more God had in store for him. Simon of Cyrene waited for his muscles to stop aching. The angels waited to tell the world that Christ was risen. And Christ waited to conquer death.
Still today we wait. For test results. For the phone call that will change everything. For the one we love more than any other to come home. For some peace and quiet. For a paycheck. For signs of labor. For a clear sign from God. For the flowers to bloom. For the medicine to work. For the punch line. For the first steps. For the name of our destination. For the day we marry our beloved. For the shadows to disappear. For the geese to fly overhead. For the well of grace to run dry. For our favorite song to come on the radio. For the words that may never come. For the season to change. For the food to be ready. For rest at long last. For the story to have a different ending, or the ending to have a different story. For the sunrise.
We wait for resurrection.