Year A - Holy Saturday or Absent Saturday
April 19, 2014
In G*D’s forsaking Jesus, we are forsaken. A never-ending story of Nothing, of darkness devoid of light, turns our knees to jelly, our strength to the shakes. There is only past, no present and definitely no future. Prayer is simply irrelevant. Our paths were illusion and we are well and truly lost, homeless.
Perhaps in some far distant reincarnation we will find hope still lives within us, even if unrecognized in this moment. Perhaps this is all part of a larger mercy that will become evident to our great-grandchildren. For now there is no morning; even our faith in physics fails, the sun is stuck on hold under our feet never to rise again.
It is possible to go here and survive. (Read your Stephen R. Donaldson.) Our culture, our habits, our time constraints, our fear of its truth all keep the depth of this lamentation at bay. It becomes something to read about, but not to experience. If there is no dark of day, there is no light in the dark.