I know. It’s actually Wednesday.

It’s Wednesday of the week after Easter and we’re still trying to figure out why everything didn’t get miraculously fixed on Sunday.

We should be healthy. We should be healed. We should be celebrating the Resurrection of Jesus from the dead. We should be looking at the number of people who aren’t sick, who aren’t dead.

We should.

But we aren’t celebrating, most of us. Because everything wasn’t miraculously fixed. In many countries, people are still on the edge of financial ruin.  People are still feeling the loss of plan. People are still confused and wondering.

Since last week, I’ve been wanting to take that phrase that some people use, “If’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming” and turn in around.

“Sunday’s coming, but it’s Friday.”

Or, as I heard that a friend said, “We’re stuck on Holy Saturday.”

The story of the disciples after the resurrection is an interesting one. Jesus appeared to two or ten or one or five hundred. He appeared, but people were still uncertain what was going on.

Jesus had died, and then risen, but Caesar and Herod and Pilate and Caiphas were still in their positions of power. They had participated in the execution of an innocent man who was also God, and yet they were not struck down.

On the day that Jesus ascended, Matthew writes, some of the disciples still weren’t sure about him. After the Holy Spirit came, people continued to die of natural and unnatural causes, to have misunderstandings, to get old and tired and cranky. Most of the epistles were written because things weren’t miraculously fixed on Sunday.

If you are frustrated with yourself because you are tired and weary and worried and anxious and angry and confused, be at peace. About the frustration, that is. All the rest of those reactions don’t mean you lack faith. They mean that we are living on between the resurrection and the return, between the request “Thy kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven” and the realization.

In truth, I might be concerned if you weren’t weary. This is hard.