It’s Holy Saturday today. I’m trying to enter into the simplicity of the Triduum, avoid social media as much as I can and to keep my mind a break. In a perhaps hypocritical gesture, here I am on this very day, finding enough motivation to type up a post after months of hiatus.
My usual difficulties don’t pause and haven’t given myself the luxury of coming here to talk things out. I missed this and it’s going to sound a bit clunky.
Reflecting on this Holy day of silence reading this article, I was struck by the ancient tradition to spend today “resting” in the silence, without trying to explain it away.
I found it comforting. It invites me permission to sit still before my interior torments without needing to explain them away or solve them – which I can’t.
I find myself with much interior criticism and the feeling of disappointment for my Christian witness, as I don’t convey peace or joy, but the contrary. Indeed, a tormented spirit cannot give out the joy of Lord. May the Lord have mercy on me for this!
Holy Mother, on this day you were immersed in grief and shocking memories from your Son’s death. How you laid him in the tomb and had to walk away – waiting for His promised Resurrection.
You never allowed the pain and suffering of Calvary to put out the joy of Lord. Help me and everyone else struggling similarly to leave our miseryt before the Lord, allowing Him to take it to His tomb, and to transform it into avenues of His Glory on Eastern morn.
“God does not wait for our wars to end before beginning to restore life. He begins in the darkness. He begins in the silence. He begins in the tomb that is still sealed.”
Cardinal Pierbattista Pizzaballa – Easter Vigil homily
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