Wednesday, April 8, 2015

The anguished art of Holy Saturday gives shape to our faith

By A. J. Swoboda
Image: Hans Holbein the Younger / Bridgeman The Body of the Dead Christ in the Tomb (1521)
Christians defend certain days of the Holy Weekend. For instance, we’ll defend the idea that on Friday Jesus actually died on a cross to save the world from its sin. But nobody defends Saturday. Nobody writes apologetics defending the belief that Jesus actually lay dead for one long, endless day two thousand years ago. Martin Luther said himself that Saturday was the day that God himself lay cold in the grave. So much of faith is living in the awkward Saturday, living in the dark mesh of twilight between the moments of hopelessness and utter blinding hope. [link]