Installment 7 of the Holy Week article series, titled “Light in the Shadow of the Cross.”
ByWendy Kinney| Exclusive for SaraACarter.com
This piece walks gently through the stillness of Saturday—when the body of Christ lay in the tomb, the persecuted Church waits in faith, and grief meets quiet obedience. It ties together the themes from the rest of the week and prepares the way for Resurrection.
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Between the Cross and the Crown
Holy Saturday: The Day the Church Waited in Silence
By Wendy Kinney
We’ve walked with Jesus this week.
From the praises of Palm Sunday to the betrayal in the garden.
From the temple steps to the courtroom floor.
We watched Him lifted high—pierced, mocked, crucified.
And with Him, we’ve walked beside His Church.
The persecuted believers across the world.
The ones hunted in Congo, imprisoned in Iran, executed in Nigeria, silenced in China.
His suffering has never stopped—it lives on in His people.
And now—it’s Saturday.
The day no one talks about.
The day after death, before resurrection.
The day when Heaven went quiet and hope looked like it had been buried for good.
This is where grief breathes.
Where silence roars.
Where the promise hasn’t come yet—and you wonder if it ever will.
This is where the faithful wait, shattered.
And this is where we find Him:
Not walking, not speaking, not healing.
But lying still.
His body had been broken.
Not metaphorically—literally torn apart.
Bruised, bloodied, pierced. The weight of our sin engraved into His flesh.
Joseph of Arimathea laid Him in the tomb with trembling hands.
Nicodemus brought myrrh and aloes—seventy-five pounds of sorrow.
Strips of linen soaked in spices wrapped the Son of God like a final prayer.
A cloth was placed over His face—not to preserve Him, but to say, This is over.
And then… they rolled the stone.
The sound must’ve echoed in their chests.
One final turn. One final seal.
Darkness.
Stillness.
The King of Glory—silent behind rock and shadow.
Outside, Roman soldiers stood guard with weapons they didn’t realize were useless.
Inside, the body of Jesus lay cold, bloodied, lifeless.
The world He made had rejected Him.
And Heaven was silent.
I lost my dad shortly before I began writing this series.
And in many ways, I didn’t know I was writing from inside the tomb.
Not the one in Jerusalem, but the one that opened inside my chest.
The one grief carves out when someone you love is suddenly gone.
So when I reached Saturday—this quiet, empty, aching day—I realized I was already here.
I’ve been here.
In the stillness.
In the silence.
In the waiting for God to speak again.
And I know I’m not alone.
The persecuted Church knows Saturday.
They know what it’s like to bury the pastor who wouldn’t stop preaching.
To hide in silence while soldiers circle the village.
To wonder if Sunday is ever coming—or if the silence is permanent.
The women knew Saturday too.
They had watched Him suffer.
They had watched Him die.
And now they waited—spices prepared, grief sharpened, hands ready.
But it was the Sabbath. And so they stayed still, obeying the law even while their hearts broke open.
They didn’t run.
They didn’t distract.
They waited.
The same hands that had fed the hungry, anointed His feet, and wiped their tears—were now holding burial cloths.
Because love doesn’t walk away. Not even from death.
Faith in Action: Don’t Rush Resurrection
If you’re in a Saturday season—grieving, confused, waiting—stay there.
Don’t numb it.
Don’t explain it away.
Don’t try to resurrect something God hasn’t raised yet.
Just wait.
Let Jesus meet you in the tomb.
Let Heaven do the work you cannot see.
Let your soul rest in the silence, trusting that what feels buried is not gone—just waiting to rise.
“He is not here, but is risen: remember how He spake unto you when He was yet in Galilee.”
—Luke 24:6 (KJV)
About the Author
Wendy Kinney is a Christian, legal strategist, and the Founder & CEO of Revere Payments, where she defends free speech, financial liberty, and the Constitution. She protects businesses from financial censorship, ensuring American enterprises remain free.
Her work is rooted in light, guided by principle, and fearless in the fight for truth.
Learn more at ReverePayments.com
