An Unusual Saturday

I do not usually post on Saturdays but today, as the birds sing in the yard and the light fills the sky, I realize it is an odd sort of Saturday. This day has those strands of quietness and normality - it needs a mindfulness about it as we go about our round of tasks - that befits that waiting in which we are engaged.

Perhaps today is a day of deliberateness and contemplation. Perhaps it is a day of taking the extra breath or thinking things through. But somehow we have to breathe a little deeper and take time as Jesus lies in the grave - somehoe we have to defy our rules of daily living and make ourselves stop and stand still by the tomb and ponder what has happened here - think about our unthinkable part - allow the hell of all this to enter in.

This juggling act of being on this day is not easy and the Great Vigil this evening is a liturgical outworking of the day - the darkness and contemplation which we have let into our day - perhaps - begins the service - and then a great crescendo begins - salvation history unfolds......but this is an unusual Saturday.