The Day Between Days

April 23, 2011

I know that title sounds a bit H.G.Wellian, and perhaps it is.   What the followers of Jesus were thinking between the worst and the best days of their lives must have been other worldly.  Every dream worth dreaming had been shattered.  Every hope crushed on the cross with their friend and leader and Lord.  Yet in their sub conscience minds there must have been neural synapses reminding them of what was to come.

“He then began to teach them that the Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, and that he must be killed and after three days rise again. 32 He spoke plainly about this, and Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him.”  (We know it from Mark 8, but it had not been written down yet.)

“They left that place and passed through Galilee. Jesus did not want anyone to know where they were, 31 because he was teaching his disciples. He said to them, “The Son of Man is going to be delivered into the hands of men. They will kill him, and after three days he will rise.” 32 But they did not understand what he meant and were afraid to ask him about it.”  (We know this from Mark 9, it had to be rising to the top of someone’s mind some time during that day between.)

As they day of his arrest approached, Jesus spoke clearly about what was about to happen, but none of us really listens to bad news in the midst of revolutionary activity.  Just think of the first break-up speech you heard…you probably didn’t hear it or see it coming.  And that was nothing compared to what Jesus was doing and saying.

But even as they gathered for bread and wine, this nagging thought must have been haunting their minds.  “It’s not over yet.  The best is yet to come.”  Maybe my hindsight is better than their foresight, but I’ll bet the Holy Spirit was whispering comforting words during the day between days.

To get off the Easter story for just a moment.  I am currently living in the days between days, in quite another regard altogether.  And the Holy Spirit is constantly nudging me with the thought, “It’s not over yet.  The best is yet to come.”  So if I am hearing Words of Encouragement, and they are keeping me whole, isn’t it reasonable to assume He was doing the same for those in a deeper grief, in a greater pain?  The Comforter was promised, and I know he showed up in power on the day of Pentecost.  But I also believe that he was there, keeping them on this side of sanity, a day from despair.  “Hold on.  It’s not over yet.  The best is yet to come.”

They probably all felt it.  They probably all had a hard time believing it.   But that is what allowed them to keep it together for just a little while longer than they had the ability to do on their own.

When you are in a spot where you run out of the ability to keep it together on you own, listen for the Whisper.  On your day between days, when you don’t think the next day will be any better, (And maybe it won’t be, it may take years.) remember the day between days, and remember the day after the day between days.  You are almost there.  Hang on.

Hang ON!

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