For me, #Holy Saturday is that quiet day after the shock of Good Friday with its raw grief. I’ve sobbed. I’ve screamed at God, “How could this happen?!??”
And now on Holy Saturday I’m too tired to cry anymore. It’s the day where I begin to accept the earthly reality of death and suffering.
Tomorrow I’ll be surprised by the power of God’s love, but for now I reflect upon what Jesus taught and what it means without his presence.
Tomorrow I’ll know we’re not alone but today I wonder if anything we do will matter a generation or more from now.
See you tomorrow at 10:30,