What was it like to live on that first Holy Saturday when all hope is gone, when all that we love is lost, when God is dead?
We know the end of the story.
We know of resurrection, so we do not wish to dwell in this dark place.
We want to rush on to Easter Sunday, when life returns.
And yet this year, at this time, we are living on Holy Saturday, spending our time in the dark and conflicted places of Golgotha and Gethsemane.
But we are an Easter people.
We know that while we may be living in the pause of Holy Saturday. .
Easter Sunday is coming.
Thanks be to God.
For I cannot help but rejoice-you have come! And yet still I grieve-for the world still waits-you have yet to come.
Lord Jesus help me to pray here in the in-between of Holy Saturday.
For you are risen and I can’t, won’t, don’t ,want to forget it-
And yet I mourn with those who still wait for your kingdom’s fullness of peace , hope and justice.
Lord Jesus help me to live here in the in-between of Holy Saturday.
For your kingdom has come and is yet to come.
And I, in some small way, hope to build –with you- all things new.