The past few years I have tried to stay as “still” as I can and reflect on the darkness that would have surrounded the disciple. The loss. The questions. The grief.
Holy Saturday in the time of coronavirus adds a whole new layer. It is pretty still because of stay at home orders. (Less so where we live in Alabama, but it is still less active.) Also, because of the stay at home order, I get to feeling cooped up and want to actually get out.
But this is a necessary darkness as I try to get inside the sense of what this day would be like to those disciples. I’m glad I know the end of the story. Yet, I have to keep in mind the disciples did not yet understand.
O God, Creator of heaven and earth: Grant that, as the
crucified body of your dear Son was laid in the tomb and
rested on this holy Sabbath, so we may await with him the
coming of the third day, and rise with him to newness of
life; who now lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, for ever and ever. Amen.