Holy Saturday

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Today is a vast plain of silence: a roar of silence whose echo leads us to the empty tree of the Cross after the body of Jesus has been taken down and laid in the tomb. If like Mary Magdalene we look for the body, the physical proof of the person we once knew, we will be disappointed. We will weep the tears of emptiness. We will be stuck in the past, with a Jesus we can know no longer. But if we wait, our tears are turned to laughter, the song of emptiness reveals presence in absence, fullness in emptiness.
The further we go into the silence of emptiness we will hear where the roar begins. 

Laurence Freeman, OSB


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