Learning the unforced rhythms of grace

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Saturday

We just had a Good Friday service at our church. It was good to reflect on Jesus' death. We have an Easter Sunday service to look forward to. It will be good to celebrate Jesus' resurrection and life!

But what about Saturday?

Saturday is where most of us live. It is the place between despair and hope, death and life. It is a place of waiting, wondering, quietness, doubt or trust. It doesn't really require a service or celebration. There never really is a Saturday service. But I wonder, if there was one, what would it be like? Perhaps it would be a day of story telling, sharing with each other what we endure, or hope or wait for. Perhaps it would be a chance to rest in the present and feel the camaraderie of others in the waiting.

And I think the music I would choose for that service would be this song by Alanis Morissette. It is the cry of the Saturday . . .

Ironic

"An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your Chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late. And isn't it ironic... don't you think.

It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride when you've already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take. Who would've thought... it figures.

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly. He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye. He waited his whole damn life to take that flight. And as the plane crashed down he thought "Well isn't this nice..." And isn't it ironic... don't you think.

It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride when you've already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take. Who would've thought... it figures.

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. When you think everything's okay and everything's going right. And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face.

A traffic jam when you're already late. A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife. And isn't it ironic...don't you think. A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day. It's a free ride when you've already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take. Who would've thought... it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out. Helping you out"

May your Saturday not be overlooked but remembered as part of the story. May it cause you to long for Sunday even more!