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Saturday, 03 April 2021 07:00

Holy Saturday - Silence

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I know we’ve been reflecting on songs just recently, but I actually don’t think that there is a song that fits the awkward nothingness of Holy Saturday better than stark silence.  As in, no sound at all!

It’s the day we don’t know what to do with.  Friday is all invested in the grief and sorrow of watching Jesus suffer and die.  And Sunday is all about the joy of the resurrection.  So for us who believe, Saturday is the awkward-inbetween: we know the resurrection is coming, but we can’t shake the solemnity of what we just witnessed the day before.

I don’t know about you, but just like an awkward silence, the temptation I always feel is to fill it.  In our house, there is always plenty of cleaning and polishing and cooking that can fill in the time…

This year, if you can, I’d like to invite you to embrace the awkwardness and not fill all of your time, to allow boredom and restlessness and uncertainty to fill some of your time.


Because I actually think that the in-betweenness of Holy Saturday sometimes mirrors beautifully the reality that a lot of us live in and fill out with lots of sound and activity – the reality of the “now and not yet” of God’s saving action in our lives. 

It is not uncommon to find ourselves in places of awkwardness and uncertainty and restlessness where it would sure be a whole lot easier if God didn’t wait until the resurrection to show His power and ease my suffering or sort out my situation.  But He doesn’t.  And it’s hard and confusing and unsettling. 

Sitting in the silence of Holy Saturday, I have learned something about naked faith, a faith that holds on to the belief that whatever may appear on the surface, God is still God.  And unlike Mary and the apostles, my hope is not wholly without memory – I have the knowledge of the resurrection to hold onto.  Finally, I have come to realise that when I choose to hold on in love to a God from whom I am getting nothing back, I grow in love.  On Holy Saturday, I can love God simply for who He is, and not for what He does for me.  And that is the realest love there is.

Katherine Stone