FROM THE DAWGHOUSE…
How do you feel about silence?
It can be a rare commodity in this world. We all need it from time to time—just to be still… to think… to reflect.
In a world that is constantly moving—fast and loud—where the office is noisy and the home can be even noisier; silence can be hard to come by.
But there is another kind of silence.
When we expect to hear something—when we are waiting for clarity, for an explanation, for anything—silence can become deafening.
I have a friend who often thinks about the disciples and followers of Jesus—what they were thinking, how they felt, how they reacted as Jesus tried to prepare them for what was coming.
So try to put yourself in their place… the day after the worst day they had ever experienced.
It’s Saturday.
Yesterday was horrific.
The unthinkable had happened.
The worst event they could ever imagine had unfolded before their eyes.
They didn’t understand.
They thought things would be different.
Not like this.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
And now… it’s silent.
Deathly silent.
Nothing is happening.
No explanations are coming.
No answers.
No direction.
Their Rabbi—the One they followed, the One they believed in—has been laid in a tomb.
A massive stone has been rolled in front of it.
And everything… is still.
It’s SILENT.
Silent Saturday….The Sabbath.
But this isn’t the kind of silence they wanted.
It’s not the silence they were hoping for.
Have you ever been there?
Have you ever searched for an answer… a word… an explanation…
and received nothing but silence?
Not a peaceful silence.
Not a restful silence.
But an anxious… heavy… unsettling silence.
A silence filled with questions, with worry, with confusion—maybe even fear.
But God…
God is in the silence.
Working.
Moving.
Fulfilling His promises—even when nothing seems to be happening.
Proverbs 3:5 reminds us:
“Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.”
Even in the silence.
Especially in the silence.
Because what felt like the end in the silence of Saturday…
was only the setup for the greatest two words ever spoken:
But God.
Todd Harris
