Jesus Is Laid In The Tomb
Black Saturday

In the shrouded mystery of darkness unquenchable fire was

burning. Unwavering resurrection power was at work. Unseen.

Unfelt. Unrecognized. Where spring begins long before the winters

snow is gone.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
Psalm 139:7-12

So. We wait. We hold vigil. We hope. Holy Saturday. Sabbath Rest. Where darkness is as light.

Hold on a little more, this is not the end.
Hope is in the Lord, keep your eyes on Him.
The Kingdom is Yours.
(JonCarlos Velez, Jamie MacDonald, Dee Wilson)