The Day After, the day that the church now labels Holy Saturday, that day was a day of deep shock and unimaginable grief. An unexpected and completely senseless ending of an era that had held such amazing promise. A day of unanswerable questions. A day of the deepest possible loss.
It was over.
I wonder what were the strongest images imprinted on the minds of those who had lived through that Friday? What were the scenes that replayed in their head with technicolour precision? What were the strongest flashbacks of the day? The sounds that echoed through their nightmares? What were the awful memories which would stay with them forever?
However, you choose to spend your Easter, please enjoy its wonderful blessings. But please don't race on too quickly from Good Friday to Easter Sunday. Something of the enormity of the crucifixion risks being lost if you and I do that.
Take some time to wait ... to wait in the mystery. Take some time to ponder ... and pray.
Pray for those who even today bear Kingdom scars.
Image credit: Wintershall Passion Play, 2022