Edouard Manet. The Dead Christ with Angels. Metropolitan Museum of Art
Holy Saturday—the quietest of all days. The tomb that held Your broken body was dark and silent. Heaven held its breath. A shimmering stilling making ready for glorious resurrection and new Creation.
Jesus, I have moved with You from the wilderness, through the cross, and now into the tomb. I have come to the deepest of my sufferings. There are no words. I find You there in the silent stillness. I will rest now and let darkness do its work. All things grow in darkness and silence. A single grain of wheat will never be more than a single grain of wheat unless it drops into the ground and dies. Then it sprouts and produces a great harvest.1I await the dawning of the Light that will surely come. May I ever more fervently prepare to celebrate the mystery of Easter as the glorious feast of my redemption approaches.
“The way of trust lies through Gethsemane and Holy Saturday. We move from Good Friday to Easter Sunday, omitting Holy Saturday—the tomb. Every phase of our Lord’s life and every aspect of His death speaks to us if we will open to it. Divine obedience was lived out at the Last Supper, accepted at Gethsemane, accomplished on the cross, and perfected alone in the darkness of the tomb. Our assent to time in the darkness of the tomb is so often the missing link in our lives. The wilderness of our suffering is not just a place of darkness and temptation. It is the place of our transformation through which the false self must move. It is the place of conversion where the emotional pain of a lifetime, stored in the unconscious, is revealed and then gradually let go of. This is not a time of separateness, although it may feel that way; it is a time that links us to the Eternal. It is in walking through the darkness that we learn to discern the voice of the Beloved and receive the grace of interior resurrection and the capacity for divine union. All things grow in darkness and silence. There are hidden depths that only the Spirit can reach. It is a hidden life.” 2