Following Jesus From the Edges – Silent Saturday – Living Between What Was, What Is, and What Will Be.

Following Jesus From the Edges
Silent Saturday – Living Between What Was, What Is, and What Will Be

From the heart of Pastor Calvin Cook

Saturday, April 4, 2026

This past week has taken us on a journey—one that is both deeply familiar and yet, if we allow it, deeply personal.

But this year feels different for me.

As I reflect on the past 40 days, I find myself this morning standing in the tension of what was, what is, and the expectancy of what will be. It has been a deeply emotional season—one where I’ve found myself going back through the words spoken in devotionals, written by many voices. Voices of people sharing honestly where they are… and where they long to be in their face-to-face journey with Jesus.

And somewhere in those words, I’ve found pieces of my own story.

We began with Palm Sunday. The cries of “Hosanna!” still echo. Crowds celebrating a King they thought they understood. And I’ve had to ask myself—how often have I welcomed Jesus with praise, while still holding onto my own expectations of how He should work in my life?

Then came the temple. Jesus overturning tables. And I’ve realized… there are still things in me that need overturned. Places where comfort, routine, or even fear have taken up space that belongs to God alone.

Maundy Thursday brought me to the table again. Bread. Cup. A towel and a basin. A Savior who kneels. And I’ve wrestled with what it really means to follow like that—to surrender, to serve, to lay down my own will.

And then… Good Friday.

This year, I didn’t just observe the cross—I felt the weight of it.

Because for me, this season has become a very real and emotional time of asking:
Am I truly living into what God has called me to?

There have been moments—honest moments—where I have found myself in my own garden, praying in agony. Wrestling with obedience. Wrestling with calling. Wrestling with surrender. Whispering the same prayer Jesus prayed, “Not my will… but Yours.”

And I know I’m not alone.

I have found myself praying not just for me, but for others—those who sense the call of God deep in their spirit, yet feel stuck. Those who feel like they are in a war within that calling. Those who are weighed down, even oppressed at times, by circumstances, fear, or the voices around them.

There is a battle happening… even in the waiting.

And that brings me to today.

Silent Saturday.

A day we often overlook. No celebration. No visible movement. Just silence.

The disciples sat in confusion, grief, and uncertainty. Everything they thought would be… now felt like it was over.

And yet—God was still working.

That speaks deeply to me this morning.

Because there are places in my life—and in the lives of those I’m praying for—that feel like Silent Saturday. Places where we are standing between what was and what will be. Places where we don’t yet see resurrection… but we are holding onto the promise of it.

Silent Saturday reminds me that just because God is silent does not mean He is absent.

Something is happening… even here.

Even now.

Even in the waiting.

So today, I sit in this space—not without emotion, not without questions—but with expectation.

Because I know this:

Sunday is coming.

The silence will not have the final word.
The stone will not stay in place.
And what feels buried… God is already preparing to raise.

So if you find yourself on the edges today—between what was, what is, and what will be—hold on.

Stay.

Pray.

Trust.

Because resurrection is closer than you think.