How must it feel to be one of the original disciples? On Saturday, their holy day. All was lost yesterday. Their answer to all of history’s questions was gone. Today–Saturday, the Sabbath–is filled with sadness, despair, and shouting silence.

God is not speaking, He has spoken and left us with emptiness where there should be whole.

In retrospect we say, “Wait for it. Wait . . . for. . . it . . .”