We wait in the in between space
without rituals, or liturgy, or script
We know the reality of the cross
… the suffering of Christ is ours, our suffering is His, intertwined as one
Paradox and purpose, promise and possibility, perplexity and prose
Like Mary Magdalene and the other Mary we wait.
Like them we mix
our anxiety and fear and sadness
With holy women (and men) the world over
living the Holy Saturday moments of their lives, caught in between the already and not yet,
We wait. We hope. We love. We pray.
It’s Holy Saturday, a fitting time and space for prayer these days, when we often seem to find ourselves in the Holy Saturday moments of our lives. There’s so much suffering in the world, yet even more there is so much love in the world (f we can just remember that!), and here we are called to live into the promise, in between the already but not yet.
This morning I found myself praying with Mary, friend of Jesus. She had stayed with her dear one to the end, through the suffering that she was powerless to stop, even standing at the foot of the cross in witness to love and life. She was there as his body was laid in the tomb, and the stone rolled across its entrance. The others departed then, but as Mathew’s Gospel tells us, she stayed there, unable to leave just yet. Another friend kept her company as they sat together with their memories and grief and uncertainty.
“But Mary Magdalene and the other Mary remained sitting there, facing the tomb”
We too keep her company. We face the tomb. We love, we remember, and we live into the promise of Easter Sunday, even in our Holy Saturday moments.
And so I share with you this video prayer reflection, the fruit of my contemplation this Holy Saturday, as we await the Resurrection. Peace.