Silence Is Not Absence
The funeral for my Uncle Brian was on March 2nd. He died of cancer. My Aunt Carol passed away Wednesday morning, her funeral is April 23rd. She died from complications of cancer. It has been a rough couple months for our family.
And here we are, right in the thick of Holy Week. You can feel the sense of fear, despair, and loss as everything around the disciples appeared to be crumbling. Imagine how they must have felt as they watched Jesus be taken away and eventually nailed to a tree. Not only had he lost but they were the losers who remained and had to figure out how to survive. It must have seemed utterly hopeless.
In the midst of the pain, the hurt, and the anger…the one-sided shouting matches at God wondering where God is or why God is silent, little did anyone know that God was at work, and still is. Simply because we don’t see or hear God does not mean God is absent. Good Friday reminds us of this.
Good Friday reminds us that when it seems like all is lost, God is still at work. When it seems as though everything has failed, Good Friday tells us that we are not failures. When it appears that death has won, and we are the losers, Good Friday suggests just the opposite.
“Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”
1 Cor. 15:54-55