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; who now lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen. 

Since Christ suffered in the flesh, arm yourselves also with the same intention (for whoever has suffered in the flesh has finished with sin), so as to live for the rest of your earthly life no longer by human desires but by the will of God.     I Peter 4

The chief priests and the Pharisees gathered before Pilate and said, “Sir, we remember what that impostor said while he was still alive, `After three days I will rise again.’ Therefore command the tomb to be made secure until the third day; otherwise his disciples may go and steal him away, and tell the people, `He has been raised from the dead,’ and the last deception would be worse than the first.” Pilate said to them, “You have a guard of soldiers; go, make it as secure as you can.” So they went with the guard and made the tomb secure by sealing the stone.  Matthew 27

Halfway Down by A.A. Milne           

Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where I sit.
there isn’t any
other stair
quite like
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
I always

Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
It’s somewhere else

Being In Between—Being Nowhere

Holy Saturday is one of those days that is skipped over. I learned as a boy, that it was the day we got ready for Easter.  A.A. Milne would beg to differ.  We don’t like being in the middle—in between places much.  It gives us a feeling of being suspended between where we were and where we hope to be.  Our distaste for the middle—for nowhere is exacerbated in our present “suspension” from life during our COVID quarantine.  It’s at this point of suspension between being nowhere and where we want to be that God meets us.  I’m not saying it’s easy or pleasant.  Dying wasn’t pleasant for Jesus.  There was that space between life and death where Jesus hung suspended on the cross for some three hours.  In a sense, Holy Saturday is our hanging in suspension as is the COVID quarantine.  We are stripped of our choices of time and how we spend it. Rather than search wildly for something to do to fill the void or to look ahead to the future that isn’t here yet, by being present, we can drop into the Eternal Presence of the Almighty who waits for us.   Be still and know.  Words will simply get in the way.