Holy Saturday

The tomb is sealed. We know the end of the story, so we want to rush on. We want to see that stone rolled away. But it’s Saturday. It is silent. It is dark. That stone laughs at us. Death wins. We don’t know the end of the story on Saturday. Sit in the darkness.Continue reading “Holy Saturday”

Holy Saturday

O Lord, why do you cast my soul away?Why do you hide your face from me? (Psalm 88:14)

Holy Saturday in the time of coronavirus

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

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; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Holy Saturday

Lamentations 3:37-58 37 Who can speak and have it happen if the Lord has not decreed it? 38 Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that both calamities and good things come? 39 Why should the living complain when punished for their sins?

In stillness earth awaits

Laid in the tomb

The darkness of Saturday. Longing for hope.

Holy Saturday

Let us wait with longing… 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 livesContinue reading “Holy Saturday”