A thought for Holy Saturday:

The night before Easter, after a day of stone-cold silence from God, the people will gather together to build a fire and tell stories around it.

Salvation stories.

Stories like, “Remember when we were saved that one time in the lion’s den, when we were sure we were dead?”

And, “Recall the flood, when we thought it’d last forever, but it didn’t?”

Like tales around a campfire, they’ll tell story after story into the wee hours reminding themselves, and God, about ancient promises until the ground beneath them bleeds resurrection.

Because stories hold power and no tomb can kill Divine promises.