The Day Nothing Moves
Yesterday was loud.
The crowd shouted.
The sky darkened.
The cross stood in full view.
Everything was visible.
Today—nothing moves.
The body is in the tomb.
The stone is sealed.
The guards are posted.
And heaven is silent.
We don’t spend much time here.
We move quickly from Friday to Sunday.
From cross to resurrection.
From death to victory.
But Scripture doesn’t rush.
It leaves us with a day where nothing seems to happen.
If you’re just joining today, yesterday’s Good Friday reflection sets the scene for what we’re sitting in here:
The Bridge of Three Trees
“And they rested on the Sabbath according to the commandment.” (Luke 23:56, NKJV)
They rested.
Not because everything made sense.
But because it was the Sabbath.
The same Sabbath that, from the beginning, marked the completion of God’s work.
And here, again, the pattern holds.
The work is finished.
And now—there is rest.
Not absence.
Not delay.
Completion.
And yet—
from where they stood, nothing felt complete.
The One they had followed is gone.
The One they had trusted is buried.
And all that remains is silence.
It is easy to read this as absence.
As if nothing is happening.
As if heaven has stepped back.
But the silence of God is not the absence of God.
It is the space where understanding has not yet caught up with reality.
Because while the world sees a sealed tomb,
the story is not finished.
Not undone.
Not abandoned.
Just… hidden.
I wrote this a few years ago, I think it captures the day
Silent Saturday
Today is Silent Saturday
the day after Calvary
when horror and humanity
made the law become a travesty
to nail Heaven’s Majesty
ripped and torn to a tree
what madness and insanity
that set Barabbas at liberty
whilst Jesus took his penalty
among the thieves and pageantry
mum and friends broken in dismay
as people began to fade away
the crowds now in Sabbath day
as religion conspired with authority
to use the Roman military
guarding the grave in finality
thinking this would finally
stop the claim of deity
that sin was being taken from me
nailed with Him to a tree
So again on Silent Saturday
the world carries on—unaware
of the Son of God’s decree
that lifting Him would set them free
the stone still sealed
the guards still watching
the grave still certain
and death—
thinking it has the final word
We know how the story ends
That is the problem.
We read this day with Sunday already in mind.
We fill the silence with what we know is coming.
But for those who stood there—
there was no next chapter.
No resolution.
No explanation.
Just a sealed tomb
and a long, quiet day.
And if we’re honest, this is the place we recognise most.
Not the clarity of the cross.
Not the certainty of the empty tomb.
But this-
The in-between.
Where prayers feel unanswered.
Where meaning feels delayed.
Where God seems silent.
And yet—
the silence is not the end of the story.
It is the space before it is revealed.
Still the stone remains.
Still sealed.
Still watched.
Still final—at least, that’s how it seems.
Silent Saturday doesn’t answer anything.
It simply leaves us here—
between what we know has happened
and what we do not yet see.
Waiting.
Reading On…
If this resonated with you, don’t rush past it.
Silent Saturday doesn’t give quick answers.
It simply invites us to sit in the space between what has happened
and what we do not yet see.
If you’d like to stay with the story as it unfolds, tomorrow’s reflection will move from silence to something very different—when the stone is no longer the centre of the story.
[Resurrection Sunday – coming next]
If you have not yet read on yesterday’s blog on resurrection friday please click here
And if you want to explore this further, you might find these reflections helpful:
Each approaches that same tension—learning to trust, even when nothing seems to move.
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