Silence....

Silence.  Deafening silence.  Crowds gone.  Crucifixion complete.  His body buried.  Silence. Frightening, mysterious, unexpected silence. 

Tears...silently streaming down faces of those who loved Him, who followed Him, whose lives were changed by Him.  Sobs...painfully silenced.

Silence...externally.  Turmoil internally. Why did this happen?  What now?  Where do we go from here?  How will we go on?  Unanswered questions.  Shocked by tragedy.  Fearful uncertainty. 

I can't imagine the intensity of that day for Jesus' followers.  Scriptures say very little about the day after Jesus' burial. 

I am acquainted with silence.  Deafening silence.  Others gone.  Pain buried.  Frightening, unexpected, heartbreaking silence.  Hidden tears.  Silent sobs.  Unanswered questions.  Uncertainty. 

Yet I am reminded that even when God is silent, He is not absent. One day, His Son is crucified.  A very silent day follows.  The next day...everything changes...forever. 

Silence.  Waiting.  Listening.  Anticipating.  Hoping.  Believing.  Trusting.  Even in silence.  God is not absent.  His love continues.  His Presence and Power remain.  I do not know. But I know Who does.  I hold onto Him...as He holds onto me...especially in the silence. ♥~thl