Holy Saturday

I'm typing this on the evening of Good Friday after a dinner of fish and chips and a glass or two of wine.  I'm thinking about Holy Saturday, which is tomorrow.

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It seems to me that Holy Saturday is a day that we don't value enough, sandwiched as it is between the anniversaries of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection.  But perhaps, it reflects an experience every believer has at some point, when one doesn't know what will happen next.

What happened on the first such day?  I'm knocking this off from something I seem to remember seeing on Facebook last year, but it's still sound.  On that day ...

The high priest smiled.

Pilate prepared a report for the Emperor.

The Pharisees and Sadducees shook hands.

Barabbas puzzled over his luck.

Simon of Cyrene waited for his back to stop hurting.

Peter searched his heart.

Joseph of Arimathea stared blankly out of a window.

Herod called for wine.

The Galilean women prepared spices.

Soldiers guarding a tomb played dice.

And Mary wept and wept.

It was a day of waiting.