I woke this morning thinking of the followers of Jesus many, many years ago who awoke on this day in between. They had walked with Him and talked with Him and believed in Him and now He was dead. The fullness of understanding had not come to them yet and they find themselves striving to put the pieces together. I imagine what it was like as they recall and discuss with one another the things He said as they openly share their grief for this Beloved One who is gone. Some silently grieve over the hope they feel is dying as doubts and fears begin to creep into the sacred place of their broken hearts.
The mighty work being done was invisible to them, as are all things of faith in the beginning. Some found strength in numbers, remaining with their fellow believers. Others pull away searching for clarity in the solitude where no one can touch their pain or expose what they are afraid is their faithlessness. Still others cannot be still, pacing as they try to find something to do that will ease their sorrow and clear the fog of the unknown, not realizing that nothing they could ever do would impact the outcome of His marvelous plan.
In between they wait.
They cling to the words of promise uttered from His lips but they do not see the fulfillment. The frustration of things left undone is ready to overwhelm if they will let it have its way. Emotionally and physical exhaustion cause the hours to pass slowly.
There is no way around it, this day in between. Tomorrow there will finally be something to do, rituals to observe which are in themselves the symbols of finality. Once His body was prepared and the tomb was sealed again, they would be expected to return to their lives. But how could they? They have been forever changed and nothing is the same as it was before He came and the question hangs in the air “What will we do now?”
Sometimes the waiting in between is hard for us also. We find Him and His promise that sin is conquered and that we will be free from its grip and destruction. We know from the depths of our spirits He is real and His promises are true. But we look at ourselves and it appears we are unchanged. We cannot always see the work He is performing in our own lives and if we are not careful the frustration of things that seem undone can overwhelm us. Fears and doubts stand ready to creep in and convince us that we are not really changed after all.
In between we wait.
Oh, sometimes there are obvious things that we need to do. We need to read and study and fellowship with those who will love and encourage. We need to recall and discuss the things we were taught of Him. But when we understand that it is by faith that we receive Him and by faith that we receive the victory over sin, we can learn to stand in faith while we wait, our faith placed in His power to change us from within and work out this wonderful salvation in our every day lives. Faith that one day our transformation will be evident on the outside.
Those believers many years ago stood in between the cross and the resurrection and they waited. We stand in between the power of the resurrection and the perfection that heaven will be. There is no way around it, there is time in between. This time of our existence on earth is important and He will make it significant in His way and His time. But let’s not forget that this is not the end goal. One day we will be with Him after the in between.
“In between” was written by Kay Stinnett and first appeared on http://www.ourpassionatepurpose.com