The Silence 

   “But Jesus, again crying out in a loud voice, yielded up his spirit.  At that, the veil of the Temple was torn in two from top to bottom; the earth quaked; the rocks were split, the tombs opened and the bodies of many holy men rose from the dead, and these, after his resurrection, came out of the tombs, entered the Holy City and appeared to a number of people” (Matt 27: 50 – 53). 

   It seems to me that Holy Saturday is always a day of quiet, a day of silent anticipation.  It is as if the world is in mourning, and so it should be, they have crucified our Lord.

   He is in the tomb.  In the eyes of the world He is dead, He has failed.  How could the Messiah, the Son of God die the shameful death of the crucifixion?  Yet, He did die on that cross, was taken down, wrapped in a burial shroud and placed in the tomb.  The world thought the story had ended; they misunderstood or ignored all that the prophets and Jesus had told them.  His resurrection and ascension would testify to the truth.

   This is a day of anticipation. Tomorrow we will celebrate His glorious resurrection.  In faith, may we celebrate it every day of our life.