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Suzy Edwards
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on Christ, the Solid Rock I stand. theme of my life
Dallas, Ga Katılım Mart 2012
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The hardest day isn’t always the day everything falls apart.
Sometimes the hardest day is the one after when the noise stops, the dust settles, and it feels like the King is dead in the tomb.
That’s Holy Saturday.
The cross is finished. The body is buried. The stone is rolled in place. The tomb is sealed. Guards are posted.
The religious leaders think they’ve won. The disciples are scattered, hiding in locked rooms, second guessing everything they thought they believed, wondering if it was all for nothing.
And the King? He’s silent.
No thunder. No angels. No voice from heaven. Just the heavy stillness of a sealed grave.
I’ve sat with Christians in seasons that felt exactly like that Saturday.
Everything they poured their lives into suddenly looks finished. The dream, the calling, the hope they held onto, all of it sealed behind a stone.
The silence settles in, heavy and final, and the temptation is to walk away, to go back to the old life, to decide it was all for nothing.
After all, the disciples on Holy Saturday didn’t have the luxury of knowing what Sunday held in store.
All they had was the silence and the sealed stone. Some probably thought about going back to fishing. Some probably wondered if they had wasted the last three years of their lives.
That’s what Saturday does to a Christian , it tests your faith.
But here’s what the King was doing while the tomb stayed silent. He was finishing the work.
He was descending into death itself and disarming every power that had held men captive.
He was preparing the greatest comeback in history while the world thought the story was over.
Holy Saturday is still speaking to every Christian who’s ever stood in that in-between place after the loss, after the failure, after the prayer that seemed to go unanswered.
The stone looks sealed. The silence feels final. The enemy posts his guards and laughs.
But the King is never defeated in the tomb.
If you’re in a Holy Saturday season right now. Marriage in the tomb, dreams sealed behind a stone, hope feeling dead, hear this.
The silence is not the end.
The sealed stone is not the final word.
Sunday is coming.
The tomb is quiet today.
But the stone is about to roll.

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"Come, and see the victories of the cross. Christ’s wounds are thy healings, His agonies thy repose, His conflicts thy conquests, His groans thy songs, His pains thine ease, His shame thy glory, His death thy life, His sufferings thy salvation."
~Matthew Henry
"But He was pierced for our offenses, He was crushed for our wrongdoings; the punishment for our well-being was laid upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:5

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My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand:
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
in every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, his covenant, his blood,
support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay.
When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found:
dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne.

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We never know when life may come to an end. Are you ready to stand before a holy God? #ThursdayThoughts
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