Holy Saturday is about emptiness. Empty hope and an apparently empty future. An empty cross and that looming emptiness we know as bereavement. Words like disillusion, aftermath, undone, waste, hiatus, paralysis, unreality, each lacks precision for that confusion that faces a future certain only of not knowing, of not knowing how, and not knowing why.
Chris has captured something of the bewildering ambiguity of the great heart cry of Christ, "It is finished", in her Good Friday reflection posted yesterday. Particularly the unreality of that which was finally and irrevocably real in the death of Jesus, and the brute fact not only of crucifixion, but of a cross now empty. Today's passion poetry can be read there, and thanks Chris for a powerful evocation of that liminal time between Good Friday, Holy Saturday and what comes after, and what it might have felt like to not know, and to disbelieve for grief.
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