ByWendy Kinney | Exclusive for SaraACarter. web
This part walks carefully through the silence of Saturday—when the body of Christ lay in the tomb, the persecuted Church waits in trust, and pain meets quiet obedience. It ties up the designs from the rest of the year and prepares the method for Ascension.
——–
Between the Cross and the Crown
Holy Saturday: The Day the Church Waited in Solitude
By Wendy Kinney
We’ve walked with Jesus this year.
From the compliments of Palm Sunday to the treachery in the yard.
From the church actions to the court ground.
We watched Him lifted high—pierced, mocked, crucified.
And with Him, we’ve walked beside His Church.
The persecuted followers across the world.
The people hunted in Congo, imprisoned in Iran, executed in Nigeria, silenced in China.
His anguish has not stopped—it lives on in His people.
And now—it’s Saturday.
The time no one speaks about.
The day after suicide, before ascension.
The day when Heaven went silent and hope looked like it had been buried for fine.
This is where anguish breaths.
Where solitude roars.
Where the promise has n’t come yet —and you wonder if it ever will.
This is where the faithful worry, shattered.
And this is where we find Him:
No walking, not speaking, never healing.
But lying also.
His system had been broken.
No metaphorically—literally torn asunder.
Damaged, wounded, pierced. The mass of our evil engraved into His meat.
Joseph of Arimathea laid Him in the mausoleum with trembling fingers.
Nicodemus brought incense and aloes—seventy-five weight of pain.
Strips of cloth soaked in flavors wrapped the Son of God like a last meditation.
A cloth was placed over His face—not to maintain Him, but to declare, This is over.
And therefore … they rolled the rock.
The noise must’ve echoed in their chest.
One last turn. One last cover.
Darkness.
Stillness.
The King of Glory—silent behind stone and dark.
Inside, Roman soldiers stood watch with arms they did n’t understand were useless.
Outside, the body of Jesus lay warm, wounded, lifeless.
The earth He made had rejected Him.
And Heaven was motionless.
I lost my uncle immediately before I began writing this line.
And in many ways, I did n’t understand I was writing from inside the tomb.
Not the one in Jerusalem, but the one that opened inside my stomach.
The one pain carves out when someone you love is instantly gone.
But when I reached Saturday—this quiet, empty, aching day— I realized I was already here.
I’ve been around.
In the solitude.
In the solitude.
In the waiting for God to talk again.
And I know I’m never alone.
The persecuted Church knows Saturday.
They know what it ’s like to destroy the priest who had n’t prevent preaching.
To conceal in silence while men circle the town.
To know if Sunday is always coming—or if the silence is continuous.
The girls knew Saturday also.
They had watched Him experience.
They had watched Him die.
And then they waited—spices prepared, pain sharpened, hands set.
But it was the Sabbath. And so they stayed however, obeying the law also while their hearts broke open.
They did n’t work.
They did n’t amuse.
They waited.
The same arms that had fed the eager, anointed His feet, and wiped their tears—were then holding burial linens.
Because love does n’t walk away. Not even from dying.
Faith in Action: Don’t Rush Ascension
If you’re in a Saturday season—grieving, confused, waiting—stay that.
Don’t cold it.
Don’t explain it away.
Don’t try to recreate things God has n’t raised already.
Only rush.
Allow Jesus join you in the monument.
Allow Heaven do the job you may discover.
Allow your mind relax in the solitude, trusting that what feels buried is no gone—just waiting to rise.
“ He is not here, but is risen: recollect how He spake unto you when He was still in Galilee. ”
—Luke 24 :6 (KJV )
About the Writer
Peter Kinney is a Christian, legitimate planner, and the Founder & CEO of Revere Payments, where she defends free talk, financial independence, and the Constitution. She protects companies from monetary repression, ensuring American businesses remain free.
Her job is rooted in light, guided by theory, and brave in the battle for truth.
Discover more at ReverePayments. web
