Holy Saturday is a silent day. Ours won't be. The world rumbles and rattles on with no awareness of lives in the darkness of a tomb. Advertisers insistently hawk their products, sure that anything from soap to sugar will solve our problems. Chores must be done, especially if you live in High Point and the furniture market chases Easter like a cat on a June bug.
The noisy chaos of our lives surrounds us and cuts off our life source. It's tricky, because it is so loud and demanding, we think this is life. But we know death is there. We avoid quietness because that's when we feel the darkness, that's when we can't ignore the parts of our life that are unsettled.
The busyness and noise don't bring life. The silence of the tomb reigns.
We know death doesn't win in the Easter story. We are ready...or getting ready...for tomorrow. But for all of us there are issues, events, struggles that put us in the quiet of the tomb. We wait for a resolution. We wait for a solution. We wait for healing.
We wait.
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