INSPIRASUNS

Holy Saturday, the final day of the Triduum. Jesus lies in a tomb wrapped in linen cloth. A large stone is rolled in front of the opening and sealed for good measure.

This morning as I thought about that first Holy Saturday I was imagining the despair the disciples may have felt. Their Lord, the man they trusted more than anyone, was gone. Even though He told them that the Son of Man would rise again after three days, did they really believe it?

I remember how I felt the morning after the day my parents died. Even though I knew where they were, I knew they were in Heaven, I knew Jesus had escorted them home, yet I felt incredible pain. Think about it, I knew how the story would end, I had that insight and yet still I was heartbroken. I was sad and that morning, maybe even a little despair. The grief was real and it hurt. And…my parents didn’t die a brutal death like Jesus.

Now, think of the first Holy Saturday when the disciples were alone, lost, and afraid. What now? Then their thoughts of His brutal death, and their desertion of Him as He was led to slaughter. Yes, I can only imagine the despair they felt.

Today we wait in silence and hope. Yes, we know how the story ends, and what a glorious celebration we will have on Easter morning. Jesus does rise again, in great splendor, and brings the brightness of Heaven with Him.

Spend time today friends, in the quiet, remembering the incredible sacrifice made for us all. Thank you Jesus for your gift.

Matthew 27:59
Joseph took the body and wrapped it in a clean linen shroud.