Jesus the Christ died on Friday, rose on Sunday, and left the world to wonder on a Saturday filled with nothing.
All of us live in this mysterious place of in-between--an already, but not yet. The first century believers lived there too. But only for a day. Jesus was killed on Friday, Saturday nothing, but Sunday, bewildering Sunday, the tomb was empty, the promise come. For the twenty-first century believer, the story is much the same. We live in the day between--the nothing day. Our lives unfold somewhere between the blessed resurrection and promised second coming.
The trouble of our Saturday is it lasts longer than a day. Our waiting, trusting, and nothing could very well last a lifetime. We inhale, but do not breathe deeply. We hear, but do not understand. We see, but it is through stained glass.
We hope of Sunday, but live in Saturday nothing.
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All of us live in this mysterious place of in-between--an already, but not yet. The first century believers lived there too. But only for a day. Jesus was killed on Friday, Saturday nothing, but Sunday, bewildering Sunday, the tomb was empty, the promise come. For the twenty-first century believer, the story is much the same. We live in the day between--the nothing day. Our lives unfold somewhere between the blessed resurrection and promised second coming.
The trouble of our Saturday is it lasts longer than a day. Our waiting, trusting, and nothing could very well last a lifetime. We inhale, but do not breathe deeply. We hear, but do not understand. We see, but it is through stained glass.
We hope of Sunday, but live in Saturday nothing.
Saturday Nothing: The Words I Wrote While Waiting On Jesus
Jesus the Christ died on Friday, rose on Sunday, and left the world to wonder on a Saturday filled with nothing.
All of us live in this mysterious place of in-between--an already, but not yet. The first century believers lived there too. But only for a day. Jesus was killed on Friday, Saturday nothing, but Sunday, bewildering Sunday, the tomb was empty, the promise come. For the twenty-first century believer, the story is much the same. We live in the day between--the nothing day. Our lives unfold somewhere between the blessed resurrection and promised second coming.
The trouble of our Saturday is it lasts longer than a day. Our waiting, trusting, and nothing could very well last a lifetime. We inhale, but do not breathe deeply. We hear, but do not understand. We see, but it is through stained glass.
We hope of Sunday, but live in Saturday nothing.
All of us live in this mysterious place of in-between--an already, but not yet. The first century believers lived there too. But only for a day. Jesus was killed on Friday, Saturday nothing, but Sunday, bewildering Sunday, the tomb was empty, the promise come. For the twenty-first century believer, the story is much the same. We live in the day between--the nothing day. Our lives unfold somewhere between the blessed resurrection and promised second coming.
The trouble of our Saturday is it lasts longer than a day. Our waiting, trusting, and nothing could very well last a lifetime. We inhale, but do not breathe deeply. We hear, but do not understand. We see, but it is through stained glass.
We hope of Sunday, but live in Saturday nothing.
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Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940015930504 |
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| Publisher: | Josh Martin |
| Publication date: | 11/01/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 230 |
| File size: | 380 KB |
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