Thoughts on the blankness of Holy Saturday from Sy at The Book of Works
It is Holy Week, and I would like to repost something that I put up on Holy Saturday last year.
Holy Saturday is the day in-between. Very little is written about what happened on that day, but we can imagine. We can imagine a man, much like us. A man defeated, alone, miserable and afraid. This man, who was once called a rock, today thinks of himself as simply – Simon. Imagine him sitting in a strange house in a city not his own, staring out the window, seeing nothing but his own failure, and the loss of all of his hopes and dreams. I have felt this way at times, and perhaps you have also.
He thinks of the glorious promise that he has witnessed the past months, the miraculous and wonderful things he has seen and heard. He thinks of the Man who showed so much faith in him…
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