On this night before Easter,

I wonder…

how did those friends long ago

those who called Jesus friend, brother, son-

how did they wait for Easter morning?

Each year I find myself anticipating Easter morning,

even though I know what is coming.

I know the story.

But how did those who did not know the story face the holy lonesome echo of the silence of God?

This song has spoken to me on many a long night.

I return to it when I face a world I don’t understand

Or when I can’t find my way.

It has become a form of prayer for me, as are many of this musician’s words.

Andrew Peterson, The Silence of God