Silence

On this beautiful, cool Easter Eve morning I awoke wondering where my Lord was on that long-ago Saturday between His crucifixion and His resurrection. Was He taking a Sabbath day of rest from the wonderful work He did on the cross? 

The Gospels are silent on this. An ancient Holy Saturday homily says, “Something strange is happening — there is a great silence on the earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole Earth keeps silence because the King is asleep.”

As I meditated on this the Spirit spoke to me through the Word in Psalm 34:15,

The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,

and His ears are open to their cry for help.

Wherever our Lord was I believe that then, just as now, His eyes were on His servants, His ears were open to our cry for help.

Continuing to think on this my mind went to Psalm 115:4-8,

Their idols are silver and gold,

made by human hands.

They have mouths, but cannot speak,

eyes, but cannot see.

They have in ears, but cannot hear,

noses, but cannot smell.

They have hands, but cannot feel,

feet, but cannot walk.

They cannot make a sound with their throats.

Those who make them are just like them,

as are all who trust in them.

My spirit and my heart cried out to God once again for the billions of people around our world trapped in spiritual darkness worshiping lifeless idols who cannot hear or see.

My perambulatory soul then wandered over to Romans 10:14-15.  How can these billions call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how can they believe without hearing about Him? And how can they hear without a preacher? And how can they preach unless they are sent?