I will always remember my first huge loss. My uncle died suddenly of a heart attack at 55 when I was 21. He was a wonderful uncle, vibrant, with a baritone voice that was unforgettable. He prayed like no one else; you knew God was in the room when he started "Hello Father."
Throughout the several days it took as we gathered family, I remember the weight of the grief that kept building. It was after the funeral when our family gathered to share a meal others had prepared that someone told a story and we all laughed. That laughter caught me. I remember thinking, "I couldn't have gone more minute without laughter." It took a load off of my still-grieving heart. But grief has to release sometime. Or it is unbearable.
Holy Saturday is like that to me. It isn't joy yet. That's coming. But on the first Holy Saturday, they didn't know that. They just knew they had to gather together and eat a meal and maybe hide out from the authorities in case they decided to come after his followers.
We celebrated Holy Saturday like that. Not full out celebration but after walking through Good Friday, where we were invited to nail things we needed to release to a cross, we needed to relax. Only we get to know what tomorrow holds.
And we are ready to shout He is Risen!
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