Holy Saturday

The body is in the tomb. The hopes of the disciples are locked in darkness. This is a day I try to feel more than any other. That feeling of… what now? That feeling of… what happened?

For the disciples, they have no focus on resurrection. It might have been a faint hope, but I think this was a dark day in their lives.

An Anthem for Holy Saturday:

Man born of woman has but a short time to live, and is full of misery.
He springs up, and is cut down like a flower;
he flees like a shadow,

and never continues the same.

In the midst of life we are in death:
of whom do we seek strength,
but you, O Lord,
who for our sins are justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God most holy,
O Lord most mighty,
O holy and most merciful Savior,
deliver us not into the pains of eternal death.

You know, O Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not your ears to our prayer;
but spare us, Lord most holy,
O God most mighty,

O holy and merciful Savior,
most worthy Judge eternal,
do not let us, in this our final hour,
through the pain of death, fall away from you.

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