Saturday, April 07, 2007
From AscensionNYC
Holy Saturday
Psalm 130
Job 14: 1-14
I Peter 4: 1-8
John 19: 38-42
This is the day when the world holds its breath. The cosmos is a cavern, an empty cave but not an empty tomb. "De profundis clamavi" reads the Vulgate version of Psalm 130. The cry echoes from galaxy to galaxy, within the waters of the womb, traveling up the placenta. It is integral to our humanity. We are "of few days, and full of trouble," blooming and being cut down, fleeing "as a shadow."
Haven't we all at some time longed to hibernate, just until "this" is all over? "O that thou wouldest hide me…wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past."
Holy Saturday brings to mind the angels that Giotto painted in the deposition scene in the Arena Chapel inPadua
But the Psalmist is not stuck and praises God's forgiveness, stating that he hopes and waits for the Lord. And so this day we wait, and hope, and know that there will be an empty tomb and plenteous forgiveness.
Job 14: 1-14
I Peter 4: 1-8
John 19: 38-42
This is the day when the world holds its breath. The cosmos is a cavern, an empty cave but not an empty tomb. "De profundis clamavi" reads the Vulgate version of Psalm 130. The cry echoes from galaxy to galaxy, within the waters of the womb, traveling up the placenta. It is integral to our humanity. We are "of few days, and full of trouble," blooming and being cut down, fleeing "as a shadow."
Haven't we all at some time longed to hibernate, just until "this" is all over? "O that thou wouldest hide me…wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past."
Holy Saturday brings to mind the angels that Giotto painted in the deposition scene in the Arena Chapel in
But the Psalmist is not stuck and praises God's forgiveness, stating that he hopes and waits for the Lord. And so this day we wait, and hope, and know that there will be an empty tomb and plenteous forgiveness.
Liz Hill
