I was in the middle of a busy morning recently when I opened an email from a writer friend containing her latest blog post. The first few paragraphs got my attention like it was written just for me. I had to continue reading. I was being convicted right there in my kitchen, between chores, before …
Saturday. Jesus was dead, and hope seemed lost. Here we are once again. The Saturday between the cross and the empty tomb. So much is remembered on Friday and celebrated on Sunday, but what of Saturday. Silence. I often wonder what it must have felt like for the various players in the Easter story. I …