Sometimes we long for the big moments.
But life is lived between.
Between mountains and valleys.
Between highs and lows.
Between birth and death.
Life takes place in the routine of the everyday.
The moments “between.”
As a parent, life exists between birthdays, graduations, and weddings.
As an employee, it’s between projects, promotions, and job changes.
As a student, it’s between tests and semesters.
As an athlete, it’s between games and seasons.
For the disciples, it was between Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday.
Between “Hosanna” and Christ’s Resurrection.
It was in the between the disciples experienced joy and sorrow, pain and healing, rejection and acceptance. In between, they learned and grew and their faith was tested and took shape.
As Christians, we live between the resurrection and the second coming.
We experience joy and sorrow, pain and healing, rejection and acceptance.
In between, we learn and grow and our faith is tested and takes shape.
*This post was inspired by my (pastor) husband’s Palm Sunday sermon.