What was it like for the first disciples?
What was it like to live on that first Holy Saturday when all hope is gone,
when all that we love is lost,
when God is dead?
We know the end of the story.
We know of resurrection, so we do not wish to dwell in this dark place.
We want to rush on to Easter Sunday, when life returns.
It is too hard to live on Holy Saturday,
to spend our time in the dark and conflicted places of Golgotha and Gethsemane,
the place where despair has all the best answers to our questions.
But what of the people who have no choice?
What of the people who always live on Holy Saturday.
The child beaten and abused at home whose only hope is to run away?
The child living with alcohol misusing parents,
Trapped, too young, into adult responsibilities.
The disabled child, never given the chance to join in.
The refugee child, always a problem, never simply a person.
What must it be like to live on Holy Saturday,
when we do not know how the story ends?
When hope is absent, who will be there to look after them?
Who will be there for the children on their Holy Saturday?
A prayer of response
Lord Jesus help me to wait here
In the in-between of Holy Saturday.
For I cannot help but rejoice – you have come!
And yet still I grieve – for the world still waits – you have yet to come.
Lord Jesus help me to pray here in the in-between of Holy Saturday.
For you are risen and I can’t, won’t, don’t want to forget it.
And yet I mourn with those who still wait
for your kingdom’s fullness of peace, hope and justice.
Lord Jesus help me to live here in the in-between of Holy Saturday.
For your kingdom has come and is yet to come.
And I, in some small way,
hope to build – with you – all things new.
© 2011 Nigel Varndell www.thesanctuarycentre.org/whereworldandworshipmeet