I was reading this blog: http://holdthisspace.org.au/ when I came across this poem and it got me thinking…

They call this day Holy Saturday

when hope has died

when God is dead and buried.

They call this day holy

because we finally understand

what it is to be human

and what it is to be divine.

They call this day holy

because today we can finally believe

that God knows


and in the very depth of God’s being,

the world’s



and fear.

There is nothing that we go through here on earth that cannot be comforted by God.

Today marks the day that the tomb wasn’t empty – but that it homed Jesus.

Jesus descended to the depths – so that we may have the opportunity to enjoy the delights of heaven. The Saturday seems to get lost, consumed by the grief of Friday and resurrection joy of Sunday.

Possibly it is because it isn’t mentioned in scripture.

It is often like this in the rest of life I think. We often remember the most dramatic of days, the happiest – but how often do we remember the days of silence, when everything is wrong but nothing can be done. I don’t know whether it is a good thing that we forget days like these in our own lives – but I think it would be good if we spent a little more time remembering Holy Saturday.

It goes beyond the agony of the cross, even. The day when it was finished – when Jesus was dead – because of our sins. It is a day of silence, it seems.

God does not always speak. Sometimes the silence of God says it all. As I write, I am reminded of Job. Job who lost everything and everyone that mattered to him. Job whose friends were less that useless. Job to whom, God remained silent waiting to speak.

It strikes me that the silence of God is more often that not followed by a presence of God that is so awesome, so mighty that we can do nothing but bow in praise and awe.

A season like this Holy Saturday can seem endless. It’s the state in which we sometimes live our lives. Shelly Rambo writes:

“In the aftermath of trauma, death and life no longer stand in opposition. Instead, death haunts life.”

There is no happy ending to Holy Saturday, the shadows of Jesus’ death keep this day dark without a hope for the resurrection dawn. It’s a mistake to rush beyond today, because it is reflected so often in life.

So take time today to offer your prayers today to a God who, in Jesus has experienced the deepest darkness for our sake.