Holy Saturday, April 3

Scripture for the Day:

Come, let us bow down in worship,

let us kneel before the LORD our Maker;

for he is our God

and we are the people of his pasture,

the flock under his care.

Today, if you hear his voice,

do not harden your hearts - Psalm 95:6-8

Reflection – Ed Happ

The Yearning

I long for

the God who

dabbles in chaos,

puts His finger

into my hard heart,

a thorn to

stir my doubt;

pokes through

my hands

when I dare

to take up

the pen of a wagging tongue—

the God

who speaks to me

in the slow time—

the outages

in a flurried life—

when even

a blowing

wisp of a

spring spore

can sing.

30 Apr 00

Holy Saturday is a day that does not make sense. We are stuck between the times, in a limbo much like a man late in life getting laid off before he realizes the dream, before it has taken him by surprise. Yesterday all the plans and hopes died with the finality of a nail in a coffin. How do we go on from here? What will I tell my friends, my children, my family? I am a fool without a cause, without a purpose, without a job. Our hopes are scattered to the wind like the disciples in hiding. This did not go as planned; this did not end well. I’ve been shaken up with no foundation on which to place my feet and stand. I bolt the door, curl up in my bed and wait; doubt and despair stirring left and right, I dream of an elusive knock on the window.