I think about Holy Saturday as the absence of God, a void, a silence that seems empty. I imagine the disciples walking around devastated by what they had seen on Good Friday. Jesus was dead. The man they had left their lives to follow had been executed in the most horrific way. All of the hopes and dreams for a better world had been crushed.
Sometimes we feel this way. There are moments where we feel devastated, crushed with grief and we wonder how we can possibly continue.
This is where we need our faith. Faith is the result of repetition. Over and over, year after year we live into the pattern of the church year celebrating the birth, ministry, death and resurrection of Jesus. We know that even if we don’t feel it the love of God is with us. We know because every year we hear that love conquers death. It becomes ingrained in our thoughts. So in those moments of deep grief, our faith is our rock. It’s there. It has become our foundation.
Just like the athlete who practices every day, we practice every day with prayer. When the time comes, we are ready to stand in the face of the void sure of the resurrection and the triumph of love over everything, including death.