Lent Day 8 – The Space In-Between
I often wonder what Saturday was like. Not just any
Saturday, but the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. For those who
went all in with Jesus it must have been pure hell. Their dreams, hopes and
desires just got crucified, literally. I can only imagine that the despair was
suffocating, the confusion overwhelming and the pain excruciating. What they
thought was real was no longer real. What they thought was true was suddenly
untrue. A dark world was all that was left. This is not to mention that
they must have been terrified by being identified as a threat to the state,
since their leader was executed as an infidel. There was no place for
safety and comfort. To add to this hellish Saturday, it was the Sabbath. There was no activities to distract, no work to escape into. Busyness was
not accessible. The space in between Friday and Sunday must have been an
indescribable no-man’s-land.
The God-narrative is full of spaces in between. The space between
the promise of a nation and people to Abraham and the actual formation of
that nation and people. The space in between Moses exiling himself in the
desert for 40 years and his return to lead the Hebrew liberation movement. Then there was another 40 year space in between leaving the oppression and slavery of Egypt
and the occupation of the Promised Land. The space in between David being
called to be a king and actually becoming king. The space between the
Israelites being exiled into Babylon and the actual return back to their home. The
space between the promise of a Messiah and the actual birth of the Messiah. I
could go on and on. The point being that there is a LOT of space in between in
the narrative of God. This helps me because there is a lot of space in between
in my life. There is a lot of space and time spent in a no-man’s-land. It’s a
very hard place to be. I’m not patient with the space in-between. I’m
miserable with the time between an injury and the healing. I get anxious with
the space between a request and an answer. The space in-between is not a
pleasant experience. It is a place of discomfort and uncertainty. It is a place
of waiting. Yet, it is where much of life is spent.
Once again, I return to Jesus intentionally entering into
the space in-between. We are not given any details about the specifics of what
actually happened in the 40 days Jesus spent in the wilderness. We just know he
didn’t eat food. But, what actually happened in the details of the daily remains a mystery, hidden from the
reader of the story. The specifics of these experiences
are not left out by accident. They are also not left out of the narrative
because they are inconsequential. They are left out because God does some of
His best work in hidden and secret places of the soul. He works beneath the
surface. Just because a farmer doesn’t see a sprout, doesn’t mean that a seed
isn’t doing its most important work of establishing roots. It just can’t be seen. God works away from the spin cycles of the press or interpretations of
intellectuals. He works in the depth. David, in his own space in-between
gives us a glimpse as he is wrestling his own hurting soul. Psalm 42 says that,
“deep calls to deep.” The hidden and secret places of in-between are the
essential soils of ultimate growth and flourishing.
There are precious treasures to be discovered in the space
in-between if we have faith to search for them. There is a strengthening of trust as we build expectancy. There is a growth of resiliency and resolve in the waiting.
There is loving companionship for the journey. There is growing compassion for those around us. There are moments to eat, drink and be merry. There are
moments to mourn and be with. There is life in the space in-between. And, as
all great men and women of faith who have gone before us, the space in-between
prepares us for the space we occupy when we arrive. So today, I will embrace
the space in-between my fears and hopes, my dreams and my realizations, my
sorrows and my joys, my waiting and my doing. I will embrace my space in-between.
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