Signed, Sealed, and Delivered – Holy Saturday
Today is a really awkward day.
Jesus is dead. He signed the New Covenant in His own Blood, the tomb was sealed, and His Soul has been delivered to His Heavenly Father. Annnnnd He’s gone…
It feels as if today shouldn’t even happen. From yesterday at the Good Friday Service until tonight at the Vigil, life as a disciple of Christ is just weird.
Our Master, the Lord, died. So how is life still going? How do the mundane things like eating, sleeping, talking… how does it keep going?! Doesn’t anyone know what happened yesterday? If HE is dead, how are we alive?
The soldiers are standing guard over His tomb. His apostles are hiding. The women are crying. Mary’s heart is broken.
Even with this overwhelming sense of loss, there is still something there, though, moving underneath… something hopeful, something growing… I can’t put my finger on it, but it lends some peace to the uncomfortable feeling of ‘out-of-place’ that follows me like a shadow every Holy Saturday.
“…and after rolling a great stone against the entrance of the tomb, they departed.” – Matthew 27:60