Saturday, April 03, 2010
to see death
as merely a resting place;
what kind of Sabbath?
"It was Friday, and the Sabbath was about to begin. The women who had followed Jesus from Galilee went with Joseph and saw the tomb and how Jesus' body was placed in it. Then they went back home and prepared the spices and perfumes for the body. On the Sabbath they rested, as the Law commanded." Luke 23:54-56
The time from Good Friday, when the church is stripped of all decoration and the alter is empty of sacraments, to Holy Saturday evening, when the Great Vigil of Easter bursts from the church bells and the organ explodes with a new Alleluia, this is the greatest tension in the church year. Growing up I didn't go to a church that celebrated this way. Learning the pace of these rituals was new to me in my late twenties & early thirties. It still feels startling to me to hold back the reins and go down into the valley of the shadow for a time before coming back up to the sunshine on the mountaintop. Part of what religion gives us is this pace; a time to mourn, a time to dance. This morning we are still in the dark... but Sunday's comin'!
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