I've been reflecting a bit throughout the day on the reality of the silence of Holy Saturday. Particularly thinking on all that resides with Christ in his tomb:
my sin
my sorrow
my shame
my guilt
all the chaos and confusion in my life
despair
my false selves
all my attempts to find life without God
When Jesus rises and the stone is rolled away, what will happen to these things? Will I take them back up again? I reckon myself to be dead to these things, and alive to God, because Holy Saturday is not the end of the story.
my sin
my sorrow
my shame
my guilt
all the chaos and confusion in my life
despair
my false selves
all my attempts to find life without God
When Jesus rises and the stone is rolled away, what will happen to these things? Will I take them back up again? I reckon myself to be dead to these things, and alive to God, because Holy Saturday is not the end of the story.
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