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Saturday Isn’t the End

Isaiah 25:8 — He will swallow up death forever! The Sovereign Lord will wipe away all tears. He will remove forever all insults and mockery against his land and people. The Lord has spoken!

They had done everything they could.

Jesus of Nazareth was dead. The threat removed. A problem solved.

For years, the religious leaders had tolerated His disruptions—the way He drew crowds, defied their tradition, and unsettled power. Now the Romans had driven the nails, and His body lay sealed in a tomb.

Finally, they could move on.

And yet His claim lingered: after three days, He would rise.

If the disciples stole the body, then rumors would start. If hope caught fire again, then they would have a worse problem than before.

So, the religious leaders went to Pilate.

The governor was finished with the whole ordeal. “You have a guard,” he said. “Make it as secure as you know how.”

So, they did.

They secured the tomb and posted guards. They believed control would secure their future. But control is a fragile god.

The real and living God had already spoken of a day when He would swallow up death forever, when He would wipe away tears from all faces, and when the reproach of His people would be taken away from all the earth.

No tomb could undo that promise. No empire could outlast it.

Sunday was already on its way.

But you know, we all have Saturdays that still feel like that. Don’t we? Long stretches where hope seems buried and God feels silent. Diagnoses. Broken relationships. Prayers that echo back unanswered.

And in every one of those places, He is not distant—He is the God who sees every tear and promises to wipe them away.

But if Rome’s authority could not hold Him nor the grave silence Him, nor death itself stand its ground, then nothing in your waiting can prevent God from accomplishing what He has promised.

The tomb was secured. The guards were posted. The seal was real. And morning still came.

So hold steady in your Saturday. Your Sunday is coming too. Trust in God who swallows death. Because friend, the stone will not have the final word.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

What “Saturday” season are you currently walking through?
Where does it feel like things are sealed, silent, or final?
How have you seen God remain faithful in past seasons of waiting?
What does it look like to trust God when you don’t yet see the outcome?
How does the promise that God defeats death—and wipes away tears—change the way you face today?

April 4, 2026/by David Hall

Tune Into Joy Today

Daily Devotional, Tammi Arender

Hebrews 12:2 — Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Some mornings I don’t wake up choosing joy. I wake up choosing survival. The bills are lined up like they own the place. The phone rings. Bad news.

And it has had me thinking a lot about joy lately—how it’s not the same thing as happiness.

Because where I fix my eyes determines what fills my heart.

Happiness comes and goes with the weather of our lives. When good news rolls in, we smile. But when bad news comes, that smile gets slapped clean off.

But joy doesn’t work that way. And I’m so grateful for that. If I think for a minute it does, I just have to remember the cross.

There outside Jerusalem there was blood, dust, and mockery. Jesus is hurting and suffocating with people spitting at Him. And here’s what gets me: He stayed.

He didn’t have to. He could have stepped down and said, “Father, this is not what I signed up for.” Angels would have swooped down to get him off the cross, but He didn’t.

He chose to endure the cross “for the joy set before Him.” That’s how scripture puts it.

There was nothing happy about crucifixion. No comfort or applause. Yet Jesus saw joy on the horizon. You see, joy is not tied to what’s happening around you or to you; it’s anchored to what God is doing beyond you and through you.

The cross was agony, but it wasn’t pointless. Jesus endured because He knew the story didn’t end with a grave. No, Jesus saw redemption. He saw us brought home.

If joy was the same as happiness, He could not have carried it with Him to Golgotha. That means joy isn’t fragile. It’s rooted in certainty. It’s rooted in resurrection and the finished work of our Savior.

And if Jesus could hold onto joy, then my hardest days don’t get to steal it from me either. So, when I feel heavy, I lift my eyes to the old rugged cross, and I walk into the day with joy.

I hope you will too.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

When you wake up feeling overwhelmed, what do your thoughts naturally fixate on?
How have you experienced the difference between happiness and joy in your own life?
What does it practically look like for you to “fix your eyes on Jesus” in a hard moment?
Where might God be inviting you to trust that He is working beyond what you can see?
How would your day change if your joy was rooted in what Jesus has already finished?

April 3, 2026/by Tammi Arender

The Redemption Rewrite

Brenda Price, Daily Devotional

Psalms 115:1 — Not to us, O lord, not to us, but to your name goes all the glory for your unfailing love and faithfulness.

If the disciples had a group chat, it would have been chaotic.

Peter: “Hey y’all… quick update. I just cut off a guy’s ear.”

James: “You WHAT?”

John: “Bro.”

Peter again: “Jesus was getting arrested. I panicked. I carry sharp things. I move fast. I get mad. You know how I am.”

You can almost see him typing and deleting.

“But then Jesus healed the guy. So… yeah. He’s incredible.”

Three days later, the chat lights up again.

Peter: “Also… guess what I did. I denied Him. Three times. I told people I didn’t even know Him.”

No one responds. There’s no humor. No emojis. Just the weight of it.

Have you ever have a moment like that? The one where you realize your mouth moved faster than your faith? Where fear made you smaller than you wanted to be?

Peter wasn’t just impulsive. He was ashamed, but then … Jesus makes him breakfast.

He doesn’t lecture Peter. There’s no cold shoulder. No, “I told you so.” Just bread and fish and a fire on the shore.

And then Jesus asks, “Do you love Me?”

It’s not to shame him, but to restore him.

Not to replay the failure, but to recommission his calling.

Jesus still calls him Peter, “the rock.” He still gives him purpose. He still trusts him with people. Because in the end, the story was never about Peter proving himself—it was about God’s glory and name. It is about His unfailing love and faithfulness. Not Peter’s.

Because it’s in moments like that—when Peter falls and Jesus restores—that God’s faithfulness is put on full display.

And that’s the whole point.

God doesn’t give up on you when you fail. He meets you in your weakness with grace that calls you forward.

The enemy wants you stuck at the courtyard fire—replaying what you said and what you did. But Jesus builds a new fire on a shoreline and invites you to sit down.

So if you’ve been living like your worst moment had the final word, it’s time to step toward the shore. Let Jesus feed you again. Let Him ask you the deeper questions, and let Him call you forward.

Because Christ meets us in our weakness.

And that’s really good news.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

Can you think of a moment where you felt like your failure defined you?
What do you tend to do after you mess up—hide, minimize, or replay it?
How does it change your perspective to see how Jesus responded to Peter?
Where might God be inviting you to move from shame into restoration?
What would it look like to give God glory—not for your strength, but for His faithfulness in your weakness?

April 2, 2026/by Brenda Price