Holy Saturday, it is not Easter yet, so please don't offer me Easter greeting not yet, and I am not being grumpy, really I am not, but unless we allow the depths of the story to settle within us we miss the point. Over the years this has become more and more important to me, I find it hard to enter into this day as a holiday, though it is a holy day, I don't want to go shopping, don't want to go rushing around, I am not looking forward to watching anything on the TV, I simply want to be...
I want to be aware of the timeless resurrection narrative, the lines between the lines when in the waiting time the Spirit began to stir, awakening the seeds of something completely new yet written through all eternity, older than time itself. I want to be aware of resurrection possibilities in me, and to do that I need to give myself to the silence of it all, give myself even to death, that is death to my ego/false self. I need to enter into a new life in Christ, and the only way I can do that is through letting go. It cannot be forced, cannot be manipulated, it cannot be timetabled or controlled...
This is a Holy Day, and it invites us into the holiness of all days, in a sense we are called to live in a perpetual waiting, waiting for the day that only the Father knows of, the day when all things will be made new. So I receive this day as a gift, and I am not sure what to do with it, but this I do know, it is not Easter yet, but joy will come with the morning....
