These still days

I recently learned that in medieval times, the days between Maundy Thursday (which is the day before Good Friday) and Easter were referred to as “the still days”.  That phrase has stuck with me. The more I thought about that term, “the still days,” the more interesting it became to me. Days to be quiet and remember His death. There is beauty and passion in remembering our Savior’s death on the Cross. There should be a time to let ourselves lament and consider the pain Jesus bore for us.  But the more I thought about these still days or waiting, the more troubled I felt. We, hopefully, talk about the cross and how He died for our sins. On Easter we remember that He rose from the dead. But, are we living like He rose? Or are we living like He is still dead?  We live in limbo waiting for Jesus to return. You could say we are living all our days caught in these still days waiting for Him to return physically, but He is with us spiritually, isn’t He? Are we stuck in those still days?  Remembering His death is far better than not considering or giving weight to the enormity and significance of His death on the cross.  He died to make a way for salvation. That is central to the Gospel.  But His resurrection is just as crucial. Without the resurrection, Apostle Paul said that our Gospel is for naught. Without the resurrection what do we have? A dead savior who will one day return?  He isn’t dead! He rose from death. He is alive. He is alive. Today, not when He returns, but now. Today!

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