Saturday. It means a lot of different things to different people. Maybe for you it’s a day to sleep in. No school. No work. Perhaps it’s a day to catch up on home chores. Or meet a friend, or visit family. Maybe for you Saturday is a day for a new a adventure, a day trip or the start of the vacation of a lifetime. For my mom and dad right now, Saturday is another day at sea looking for a place to come home from.

Sometimes, the world news touches home. In the recent news about coronavirus fears you may have heard the report of a cruise ship that has been denied entry to ports because the ship had picked up passengers in Hong Kong where cases of the virus have been reported. My parents were among the passengers boarding in that city. Let me say that according to my parents and the cruise line no one on the ship is sick. Dad says the cruise line has done it’s best to make the best of a bad situation, but the cruise as planned is cancelled and the one goal now is to find a place from which to let the passengers go home. What was supposed to be a cruise to sites in Asia has become a different kind of adventure, one for which the conclusion has not yet been written.

The truth is that we are all in the same kind of adventure. In your life and mine things rarely go as we have planned them, right? You are in the middle of a situation right now where the end is still unclear, aren’t you? Me, too, and I am not just talking about my parents’ situation! I know how I’d like it to resolve, but I can’t make it happen. When you think about your current unplanned adventure, does it make you anxious? Can I share something with you that has helped me to navigate this kind of time with hope?

Every one of us is in the middle of what could be called “a three day story.” Now, I know that your story, and mine, and my parents’, is lasting more than three days, but let me explain. This idea of a three-day story came from pastor, teacher and author, John Ortberg. In his video study, Who is This Man? (Click for info) he explores the transforming influences that Jesus had on a variety of societal norms, such as the treatment of women, children and the infirm. In one of the sessions, he focuses on Saturday, the day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. On the Saturday after Jesus died his disciples did not know what we know.They did not know that Jesus would rise from the dead, that on Sunday they would be celebrating and that life as they knew it would be forever changed by the presence of the Living Savior. They didn’t know. Ortbeg points out that on that Saturday nothing happened. Nothing. It was the Sabbath. No work happened, For the disciples, the only thing that happened was mourning for their dead teacher and wondering what the future would hold. They had no clue how their story would end.

Friday was the day when all hope was lost. On Saturday, the future was unclear. But Sunday brought resurrection and hope. A three-day story.

You and I are in the middle of a three-day story. We don’t know how our situations are going to resolve, but we can put our trust in our God who has written the ultimate three-day story. His three-day story plays out over and over again in nature and in countless lives like yours and mine. Regardless, of what is happening or not happening in your difficult, even painful, situation, there is an end coming. It will resolve. Resurrection will happen in one way or another.

In my three-day story, I can picture the conclusion I hope for. Sometimes, I even try to manipulate how the story is going through my attempts to influence the people in it, or even through the way I pray about it. But I don’t get to write the end. I have to trust the Author with my story because He is the one writing it. Are you ready to trust Him with yours?

So, Mom and Dad are in the middle of a three-day story right now. They don’t know where they will come home from or when they will get there. But, this I know. They will get there. Their story will end. They will come home. For you, my friend, your three-day story will end. it will resolve. Some day you will be able to summarize the whole adventure in a sentence. No matter how long it lasts.

It may be Saturday, but rest in knowing that your Sunday is coming.

Key thought: You are in the middle of a three-day story.

A Scripture to consider: “Sing the praises of the Lord, you his faithful people; praise his holy name. For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭30:4-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

A YES challenge: Think about your current “Saturday.” Write that situation on a piece of paper. Then put it in an envelope and seal the envelope as an indication of trusting God with the outcome.

Prayer: Father, I really hate not knowing the ending of this story. I know how I want it to end and I want it to end now! Help me to trust You with the outcome. Help me to trust that no matter how You choose to resolve this three-day story it will be for my good and Your glory. Amen.

September 12, 2026

This is Not Forever

“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 NLT

As I tearfully opened the sodden boxes of our stored belongings, wondering what was ruined, a verse came to mind,

“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.” Matthew 6:19-21 NLT

We were temporarily living with my parents, and our stuff was stored in Tom’s parents' garage. They had a plumbing issue in their bathroom above the garage, causing a leak that soaked several of our boxes and other items, including our mattress. We weren’t sure what was salvageable.

That period of time was already difficult. We were waiting for a job to open up and unsure how long that would take, how long we would be living with my parents, how long our stuff would be stored. Both sets of parents had been patient, loving, and gracious. There was no one to blame for the water damage. Sometimes things just happen.

But when that verse popped into my brain, it completely changed my perspective on going through the damage. The tears didn’t stop. There was some mourning and disappointment. But at the same time, there was hope. This was temporary. These things were just things. What really mattered was how I responded. I could choose an eternal perspective. I could choose to treasure Christ more than an earthly possession.

As it turned out, very few of our things were unsalvageable, and insurance more than covered anything that was lost. But the eternal perspective I gained is a treasure that I still carry. That simple shift helped me through the three and a half years of living in the in-between.