I don’t want us to be a generation that gives up too easy. My fear is that that is entirely what we have become.
I was talking with a friend recently about the dreams and desires we pray for – about how we have yet to see them truly come to pass. The waiting, the frustration, the failure. We voiced our doubts, we cried over our failures, and we opened up about the temptation to give up entirely. At one point in the conversation, she likened our waiting to the Saturday after Jesus was put to death. Dead on Friday, alive on Sunday. But Saturday? Saturday was a big fat pile of waiting.
This isn’t far off, considering that on a larger scale, biblically, we are awaiting Christ’s return, for Him to usher in the newness of all things. No more tears, no death, no mourning, no crying or pain, only good (Rev 21:4, Rom 8:19-25). We are undeniably in wait.
And I think, in a similar form, we wait for the good that could come tomorrow in the smallness of our own lives. The resurrection and fulfillment of our hopes, our dreams, our longings. We believe God is good, that He does the impossible (Lk 1:37, Matt 19:26, and THE RESURRECTION), so we wait in confidence and we pray God’s will and Word over the dreams He has given us. We are living in what seems like an eternal Saturday, waiting for the good the Lord has promised.
Can you imagine what the first century Jesus-lovers experienced on their Saturday-wait? While Christ foretold His resurrection, they were in the midst of human uncertainty. They mourned the death of their Savior, in their humanity not knowing what tomorrow would, or wouldn’t, bring. Did they have doubts? Did they feel hopeless? Did sadness overtake them to the point of physical pain? Did they choose to believe in the midst of it all? Did people call them crazy for doing just that?
Noah built a boat on his Saturday, waiting and trusting for the rain to come. Job saw his Saturday as an opportunity to remain steadfast in his faith, waiting and trusting his earthly circumstances to God. Hannah cried out to the Lord on her Saturday, waiting and trusting for the desire of her heart to find fulfillment. While their experiences seem to far exceed my comparatively measly circumstances, I’m with them. Saturdays are hard, and many times, there is work in the wait.
Anyone that has ever dreamed of something far off, wanted something with the deepest of desire, can surely relate.
More than likely, that dream or desire wasn’t fulfilled in the instant it was birthed. So we all walk this similar timeline. First, Friday’s death. We have our share of excruciating moments, putting to death the things that our flesh wants, but our faith requires wait. We put to death our very selves, telling Jesus to have His way, not our own. We entrust our hearts to God, and though He is ever loving and ever faithful, to us – this side of fulfillment – it feels like death. Death of our control, death of our firm grasp on our circumstance and our lives. And we even have moments of hopelessness, moments when the dreams seem too far out of reach, and there’s just darkness. We wonder, why even hope for Sunday?
But here’s what is beautiful about Saturdays. The in-between, in my humble opinion, is one of God’s greatest tools of refinement, as He moves us toward faith, His intention to make us pure and undefiled by unbelief. Our desperation equals His glory. Let’s not miss the beauty of Saturday because we’re trapped and paralyzed by Friday. And let’s remember it even when we see the joy of Sunday. Saturdays are for refining, producing something far more valuable than we can comprehend. And Saturdays are an opportunity for hope and belief that’s so much bigger than what we see, bigger than us.
Why hope for Sunday? Well, because of Jesus. Because He did come to life. Because the grave could not keep Him, Sunday did come. Your Sunday WILL come. He rose from the grave and it is our basis for hope in what we can’t see, in what we wait for. When our hope is in Him, rather than the reality of what is before us, we have every single reason to hope in the goodness He has for us, come Sunday.
But for us, what seems to bring the most frustration and lack of resolution in the wait, is that Saturday takes much longer than just Saturday, right? We wait for days, months, years. And too often, we give up. We reconcile the reality of what we see with our eyes, to the deadness of God-given dreams. Our world is engulfed in instant gratification, making things happen, achievement and success. But God says to wait on Him, to bank on His ability, to pursue Him and trust Him (Lam 3:25). He is not slow to fulfill His promises (2 Pet 3:8-9). The moment we give up, is the moment we truly miss out. We miss out on seeing the miracle, we miss out on seeing God do things only He can do (Gal 6:9).
My friend and I ended our conversation with a prayer. A prayer that God would allow this generation to see dreams fulfilled, to see people broken and bound, set free. That He would burden us for what He desires to the point that it is impossible to let go. That our faith would be ignited to wait and believe for the glory of Sunday.
What has God told you (Jer 33:3)? What is the Spirit leading you to wait and believe God for, trusting in the same power that raised Christ from the dead to do the impossible (Eph 1:19-20)? Stay in it, believer. Again, Saturdays are hard. Let’s ask for help to be faithful in the wait, in what God has put in front of you today, believing Him for tomorrow.