I’ve seen some interesting posts about the darkness that must have been on the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter. When we feel like God has left us, or failed us, even for a day, it’s hard. Imagine the 400 years of silence from God BEFORE Christ arrived. That must have been brutal. But then again… looking at today… maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it looked just like today.
Four hundred years is a long time. A very long time. Plenty of time to start to forget. If you can imagine the despair on the day before Easter, feeling that all is lost and giving up on what you thought was finally the savior you had been waiting for. Well now imagine being told that a savior was coming, and it didn’t happen. And it didn’t happen. And it didn’t happen. For four hundred years.
I can picture what might be going on. You will have the die-hards who never give up hope. You will have those who are basically still on board and believe but have kind of settled into fairly normal but still observant lives. But both of those categories are pretty much written off as weird. I’m mean, let’s be honest. It’s been four hundred years people.
Then there is the majority of folks. They’ve basically thrown in the towel. They may still go to worship every week but they are mostly going through the motions. Even more will have given up entirely. Why bother even going to worship every week? This was a great prophecy but by now we know it’s just not going to happen. It’s been 400 years!
But it did happen. Four hundred years of waiting came to an end. The prophecy was fulfilled.
And now we’re back to waiting. We have our own prophecies. There are predictions of what will happen after the return of Christ. And when you read the Bible, it’s pretty obvious that a lot of people thought that those prophecies were going to come true pretty quickly. Paul warns us about that. So here’s the question. What camp are you in now that we’ve been waiting 2,000 years? I gotta tell you, I think we’re right back where we were before Christ rode in on a donkey. The vast majority have written this thing off as just not happening. Heck, there are plenty that don’t believe that God even exists. Didn’t create the world. Etc.
I guess you can’t really blame them. It’s been 2,000 years people. So here is my encouragement. Be the weirdo that says, “No, I really do believe these prophecies even after all these 2,000 years.” We know that enough people hated Christ and failed to believe that he was crucified. But I have to believe there were probably those very few die-hards that said, at least to themselves, “I tried to tell ya. I never lost hope after all these 400 years.”
I want to be in that camp. I want to be weird. I want to be the die-hard that keeps believing even though it’s been 2,000 years.
Let’s be weird! Let’s stay in the Word every day. Let’s keep talking about it. Blogging about it. Being excited about it. And spreading the Word to as many as will listen. We will get rejected and we will be ignored. We will be laughed at. We will be ridiculed. Depending on where we are in the world, we may be tossed in jail. But let’s be that group that can whisper at that last moment, “I tried to tell you” because the thing we have to tell is shocking and amazing and life changing and awesome. So let’s not let 2,000 years slow us down, and let’s amaze some people who really really NEED to be amazed.
We were built to be heroes. It’s about time we started acting like heroes.