Waiting for resurrection
in the midst of uncertainty and despair
For once not knowing
how the story might end
Waiting it out on Holy Saturday -
normally a minor inconvenience
that stops us getting straight onto the Alleluias
takes on a different hue
when the loss and fear is ours
when the stench of death lingers
when the silence of the tomb looms large
and hopelessness threatens
all that we know
invading the present
no longer confined
to the experience of others
in a bygone age
but a reality that besets us today
as we linger by the tomb
forced to stay with the liminality
desperate for signs
of resurrection.
When we cannot set the clock back
or be confident about the future
how are we called to be
in this moment?
To live in the confines of Holy Saturday today
demands not so much courage as the honesty
to admit that none of us knows
how this story will end
And to be prepared to look and to listen
for signs of resurrection
not in the places of noise and power
but in the forgotten and the vulnerable
in those who have suffered
yet who know that love
continues to make a difference.
Waiting for resurrection
with those on the edges
living in that liminal space
with those who show us
who God calls us to be
as Holy Saturday people
in this hour.
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