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.