The funeral is over. The body has been buried or placed in columbarium. The funeral luncheon is over. The food is gone. So are family and friends. Then the sadness and loneliness take hold our hearts – we wonder if it will ever let go. I wonder what the disciples and Mary and Martha and Lazarus (!) and so many others were experiencing on this day? They thought it was over. Their worst fears had come true - the powers of this world…the Prince of Darkness…had won. Jesus, the Son of Man, was dead.
Where can I go from your spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light around me become night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.
It is Holy Saturday. We wait. We trust.
See you tomorrow morning – 11:00 a.m. in the sanctuary.
(Scripture from Psalm 139:7,11-12 and John 1:5)