Some years ago I found out that in the Netherlands this day is known as ‘Silent Saturday’ which, to me, feels like a far more apt name than Holy Saturday.
I was going to say that this day is like a ‘pregnant pause’ before the joy of Easter. To us it is, but to those first disciples it would have been a day of total numbness and devastation.
Sometimes in our lives we experience this kind of despair, when all hope seems to be lost. For some this can last a lot longer than just one day. Every Easter we journey through the ‘Why?’ of Good Friday, the emptiness of Holy Saturday and then of course, through to the joy of Easter Sunday.
Our lives often have this pattern. Something happens to us and we ask why, we rail against God and wonder why he has ‘forsaken us’. Then we…
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