There's something that seems so cold and sad about a grave. I've stood beside the graves of several people that I loved and cried. They have gone into another world free from pain and heartache. Where they once held a place in my heart, there's a void. It hurts.
From the vantage point of over 2000 years its easy to read about the death and burial of Jesus and not feel the weight of Saturday and feel the darkness of the night. Back then they didn't have the end of the story, they were living it. They were experiencing it in real time.
Stop for a moment and think about this: you have just seen a close friend die a bloody merciless death on a cross. His presence is gone. No more laughter or asking questions. No more meals together or enjoyable talks on dusty roads. Nothing. Just a void. You grieve at how you weren't there for Him when He needed you most and wonder if things would have been different. The finality of death fills you with pain. Tears of shame and loss come easy. You wonder if the sun will ever shine again.
What part of your story feels like its been dead and in the grave? What place in your life feels like a void where there was once life and happiness? I have them and you do too.
Can I tell you something? It's not over yet. As black as the night was for Jesus, death wasn't the end of His story. Whatever area in your life feels dead, it's not over yet. It's only the night before the best part of your story takes place.
Is it hard to believe that when all you can see is cold blackness? Yes, but God is not through with your story. He still has more to write. Believe in His power. Wait on the Lord. Wait for the best part of the story. It's coming.
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