Living Between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection

It is tempting to forget that there were three long days and nights between the crucifixion and the resurrection beause the way we observe this season rushes us past the pain to embrace the promise.

But it’s not hard for me to imagine how the disciples felt when they saw Jesus was dead.  It was neither what they expected nor what they prayed for.

There were many points in the story when things could have gone a different way:

  • When taken by the religious leaders-surely, they thought, He will explain Himself, they will let Him go.
  • When taken before Pilate-Rome will refuse to get involved with our spiritual squabbles, Pilate won’t authorize His death.
  • When presented to the crowd-no Jew would rather have a wicked murderer released instead of a humble, healing Rabbi.

At every turn, every expectation they had for a “happy ending” was dashed to the ground.

But here they were:  Jesus was dead.  His body was taken hurriedly to a tomb.  And they were hiding, praying-fearful they might be next.

There is a popular church saying:  “It’s Friday….but Sunday’s coming!”

Meant to be comforting and encouraging, it can also be confusing and condemning.

Because there are many people who will live their lives on this earth between Friday and Sunday.  They will live out their years, wondering just what Jesus is doing, why He didn’t act in ways they expected and exactly when they will receive the fullness of His promises for abundant life.

Here I am: my son is dead.  It is certainly not what I expected.  It’s not how I thought God would honor my prayers of safety and long life for my children.

Yes, I live on the other side of the Resurrection-I know the end of the disciples’ vigil-I am convinced of the empty tomb, the ascended Lord and my Great High Priest’s intercession at the right hand of the Father.

But what I long for I cannot hold.  What I hope for I cannot touch.  What I know to be true I cannot see.

I live in the space between “it looks like everything has gone horribly wrong” and “Hallelujah!”.

It is painful.  It is hard.  And it will last for a lifetime, not just a few days.

I am thankful for the resurrection, and I live each day longing for Christ’s return.  But my heart hurts in the meantime, my arms ache to hold the child I love.

So be patient with me if I  cry harder when singing the hymns of heaven.  And be gentle when reminding me of my hope in Christ.

I am living between pain and promise and waiting desperately for Sunday.

There is a nice symmetry in this: Death initially came by a man, and resurrection from death came by a man. Everybody dies in Adam; everybody comes alive in Christ. But we have to wait our turn: Christ is first, then those with him at his Coming, the grand consummation when, after crushing the opposition, he hands over his kingdom to God the Father. He won’t let up until the last enemy is down—and the very last enemy is death! As the psalmist said, “He laid them low, one and all; he walked all over them.” When Scripture says that “he walked all over them,” it’s obvious that he couldn’t at the same time be walked on. When everything and everyone is finally under God’s rule, the Son will step down, taking his place with everyone else, showing that God’s rule is absolutely comprehensive—a perfect ending!

I Corinthians 15:25-27 MSG

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

12 thoughts on “Living Between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection”

    1. Henrietta, I am so sorry I didn’t read your comment until now. I hope you did share the post via the social media buttons at the bottom of the post. You are always welcome to click through to the blog website and share any post that way. I pray your Resurrection Day was full of hope and love. ❤


  1. I too long to hold my son again and look forward in hope in Christ for that day. Sadly our daughter is struggling with similar mental health problems as Luke did and is in crisis at the moment. Our Parish priest has just text asking if we would be happy for her to be mentioned in the bidding prayers at the Vigil this evening. We gratefully said yes, yes, yes.
    I know if another of our children was to return to the Father we would survive but I’m not sure how.


  2. A beautiful remi der. So sorry for your grief. God us good for sure but we are only human. I pray for you and for your hope. Ty for sharing this, I have friends who are going thru this also and Its a beautiful way to remember. God bless

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  3. “I am a Saturday person.” As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve only grown up with the pop culture relevant “stuff”. Part of it was because I was baptized Catholic, but the grown ups raising me could only help to instill the punishing, fear and shame aspects of religion. (And what child wants that?) So yesterday, for what was Leona’s 7 months born, I gently learned the weight of Saturday from a mama who was recognizing her baby’s 9 months. She explained how sacred the mourning and the grieving are on Saturday. For without Saturday, how can we feel the gravity of what’s to come on Sunday. Only on Saturday, the only thing the disciples knew was that Jesus died and there was work to be done. I gasped knowing this, being taught this. On the day my baby would have been 7 months here on earth. Thank you for sharing your heart as well. Hoping it is a peaceful Sunday for you, Melanie.

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    1. Yes-we can only fully appreciate the hallelujah of Sunday when we understand the utter despair of Saturday. Today was a good day with family and friends. I am glad that you have another mama walking with you on this journey. Blessings to you, too.

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