Saturday, April 15, 2017


Silence can be terrifying. We moderns no longer seem used to it.
But if there is one word that can capture what Holy Saturday is all about, it would perhaps be that: silence.
As Christ lay within the belly of the earth, his body broken, in the embrace of the death which should have been ours, the world sits in silence, mourning. 
And yet we know it is a silence that does not last; a death that shall not remain unconquered; for silence and death do not hold the final word. 

Neither do darkness, sorrow, or pain.

In the darkest and deepest recesses of that deathly silence, we know, we are convinced, we believe, that life will once again burst forth; because it can never be contained.

No chain can shackle it, no cell can imprison it, no tomb can contain it.

Life will always find a way.

What is true of the dead Savior is true of us all.
The human spirit will always escape the darkness of its tomb, even if sometimes it must spend three days in its silent embrace.


"The Kingdom of Heaven is a condition of the heart." (Friedrich Nietzsche)