Holy Saturday

Hey,

I’m so grateful that Holy Saturday is a memory, not a reality. Jesus is not in the grave.

I thought of this song last night, the words of which were written by Delores Dufner. Very fitting.

O wheat whose crushing was for bread,
O bread whose breaking is for life,
O life, your seeming end is seed,
a seed for wheat, or bread and life.
O fruit whose crushing was for wine,
O wine whose flowing is for blood,
O blood, your pouring out is life,
our life in you, O fruitful vine.
O life whose crushing was for love,
O love whose spending was to death,
O death, your mourning is our joy,
full joy and birth to lasting life.
Sunday’s comin’.
-Daniel

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