Silent Saturday

The unseen work

It looks like nothing’s happening.
All is lost—death and disappointment have had their say,
and Saturday falls silent.
No rebuttal. No counter. Just silence.

The day might be silent,
but my soul screams.
It yells. Spins.
Asking, Where are you, God? Why has this happened? And what now?

When I can’t see God working,
I’m tempted to work on His behalf—
to fill the silence with my ideas,
my complaints,
my anxiety,
and my action.

Saturday seems to fall silent.
But it hasnt.
The noise has just moved
to a deeper place—
to the depths of sin and death,
to hell itself.

It’s not silent there.
Among the torment,
the Lion,
the Worthy Lamb enters.
He steps into enemy territory.
A trumpet blasts.
The announcement rings out:
All captives, free.
Satan is served notice.
Hell is harrowed.

The Saturday of all Saturdays is worthy on its own—
but it speaks to our Saturdays, too.

The days, moments, and seasons
where it looks like God’s gone missing
and the worst will have the final word.
The moments in our lives
where, in God’s apparent silence,
our souls scream.

And yet—
there, if you listen—
the whisper of the Spirit still speaks:
Be still, and know that I am God.

Don’t rush to fill the silence.
Embrace it—
in waiting faith.
A deeper work is taking place.
The activity of God has not ceased—
it’s just moved.

It will reappear again.
It will all make sense on Sunday.

Death. Disappointment. Endings.
Burial. Silence. Deep work. Waiting.
Resurrection. New life. Hope. Beginnings.