On Holy Saturday, we keep vigil at the Lord’s tomb, meditating on his passion and death, and on his descent into hell, awaiting his resurrection and ours.
it is a time of silence, because there is no plausible explanation of what has become of Jesus. It is a time of confusion and sorrow. It is a time of suffering in a place of unknowing. It is a time of wondering.
On Holy Saturday, the earth waits in stillness for the miracle of resurrection. There is not much we can say, so we wait.
God of the Sparrow 🌱 By Kathy Manis Findley 