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Check that junk out. Kristin made that because she = awesome. We are headed to her dad’s house for a little egg hunting, basketball watching, and bunny cake ear eating. What’s your plan for the rest of the day?

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Every once in a while in life it seems like there are more questions than answers and more chaos than peace. Lately it seems like the questions and chaos are stronger than I have seen before, and not just in my own life, but in the lives of so many people around me.

In the past month, a friend of mine lost his brother to suicide, another friend is loosing their house to the poor economy, another loosing a business, and all loosing faith. Not only is their faith suffering, but because of the difficult times, their marriages are suffering, their children are suffering, their friendships are suffering, and even their hope has all but disappeared. And all of these people are Christians. All of these friends have at one point or another been on their face in front of God begging for answers.

I don’t begin to think that I have answers, and I am realizing that I have just as many questions, today as anyone else, but I am realizing that maybe we aren’t supposed to have answers. No one had answers on this day years ago after Christ was killed on Friday, and had yet to rise. What did they think the day between? The “Saturday”? Did those close to Jesus even have the ability to pray? And if so, who were they feel like they were praying to? Everything they had ever believed had been shaken to the ground and there were no answers. How many of us are experiencing “Saturday” today? How many of us are looking to the sky for answers and hearing nothing but the quiet?

The only thing we can do is keep that strand of hope that is “Sunday” and know that things have to change. Anyone else already experienced “Saturday” and made it through to “Sunday”? I know there are plenty of people reading this that need to hear what “Sunday” is like.

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