Holy Saturday: the now, and the not yet
On Twitter yesterday a friend said ( in more than one tweet of course)
” The promise of Easter is resurrection and new life, the reality of Good Friday is that it doesn’t always feel like that! The promise of Easter is salvation for a broken world, the reality of Good Friday is that it doesn’t always feel like that! The promise of Easter is freedom from pain, sin & suffering one day but the reality of Good Friday is that it doesn’t always feel like that.”
I can really relate to that this year. the stuff going on in my life at the moment is stuff that is more fitting with the mood and focus of Holy Week, facing hard things, pain, carrying the pain of others as well as my own.
Holy Week observance for me this year has been a chance to engage with that, for it to feel more real, and ” ok” rather than feeling out of sorts and dysfunctional in my pain.
Here today on Holy Saturday in that liminal time between death and resurrection I wonder what tomorrow will bring? In this journey from pain to rejoicing how far can I travel right now? For my reality now does not yet match the promise.
I don’t think Jesus’s disciples understood the promise either. He had told them of the hope to come, but on this Saturday they too huddled together in fear and grief.
I pray that their unexpected joy maybe mine tomorrow too. The reality of living is that each day contains both death and resurrection; We believe Jesus rose, we live daily in that reality, the reality is also that we cannot experience new life if we haven’t known and understood pain and death, we can’t truly celebrate tomorrow without living through this last week and without waiting by the tomb with our pain, and our hope.
So I anticipate tomorrow with hope, and also a little apprehension, it is not time yet for healing & joy in many situations, and that creates an uncomfortable dissonance and tension, but experiencing the force of the joy of the Resurrection at Easter again gives us hope that that time will come.