Thinking of the disciples this Holy Saturday. Reflecting on all the emotions they must have experienced. Curious about anticipation, hope and trust in these silent hours.
Be Still & Wait
This in-between day after all had gone so wrong before all will go so right, puts us between the rock and the hard place: all hope, love and faith is squeezed from us.
Today we are flattened, dried like chaff, ground to pulp, our destiny with death sealed. We lie still like sprinkled spices trying to delay inevitable decay, wrapped up tight stone cold and futile.
The rock is rolled into place so we lie underneath, crushed and broken. We are inside, our bodies like His. We are outside, cut off and left behind. We cannot know about tomorrow, we do not fathom what is soon to come: the stone lifted and rolled away, the separation bridged, the darkness giving way to light, the crushed and broken rising to dance, and the waiting stillness stirring, inexplicably, to celebrate new life
Author | Emily Polis Gibson
Image | Andea Mantegna,"The Lamentation over the Dead Christ" (c. 1490)
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