Holy Saturday: Disciples’ Lament

 

I’ve often seen the Saturday before Easter referred to as the period of waiting. Waiting for resurrection, new life. Sunday’s coming! And it is…for us. We live in a Sunday world.

But those who loved Jesus, spent time with him, and watched him die weren’t in a waiting period. He was as good as dead. And they were grieving.

Women busied themselves preparing spices for his body. Men were mourning and weeping.

Their teacher, their lord was gone. Love remained, but hope was shattered. They only had one another to comfort their broken hearts.

Everything they’d left their past lives for, everything they’d believed to be true was questionable. Those questions and their doubts went unanswered.

They’d put all their hopes in one man, and with his death forgot that he was always pointing them to the Father: Pray. I imagine they never thought to pray, for prayer is hope.

Darkness had permeated the earth, and a thick blanket of grief hung in the air. There was no waiting; there was only the finality of death.

 
I cling to my grief
It’s all I know to do
No prayerful pleas
Just death’s residue
 
I cling to my grief
Dark is my view
What did I believe?
My hope was in you
 
~ “Disciples’ Lament,” R. Gilbert

  

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