Living between Friday and Sunday

A few weeks ago the Church paused as we do every year and sat still for a moment in the weight of Good Friday. It's a day we are confronted with the overwhelming wreckage of sin and death. We consider its devastation. And we marvel at a Savior who came and swallowed it whole. On Good Friday, the darkness seems almost palpable and the cross somehow a bit nearer and clearer. For our family, this past Good Friday was a day where we not only remembered the effects of sin upon our Savior, we felt the pervasiveness of this broken world in a very personal way. On that day, time came to a screeching halt and the only words we could muster were, "It's just not supposed to be this way." Similar though