Holy Saturday

For me, at least, it seems to be one of the strangest days of the year. Holy Saturday. The day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Good Friday commemorates the crucifixion of Jesus, and Easter Sunday celebrates the resurrection of Jesus. Holy Saturday is kind of the in between day. Not the day Jesus died, and not the day Jesus rose - simply the day Jesus was dead. So what do you do with Holy Saturday - in terms of personal devotion or liturgy? I struggle with that. On Holy Saturday, do I pray in Jesus' name? Does that make sense? When Jesus is - symbolically at least - dead? I suppose, basically, that Holy Saturday is a day of waiting. On the first Holy Saturday, the disciples must have felt rather lost, frightened, uncertain. They were leaderless. That's kind of the church on Holy Saturday. Some churches refuse to hold any services of any kind on this day. No weddings, no funerals. Nothing. Some content themselves with the Easter Vigil service, which is essentially what it sounds like - keeping vigil over the church and over the faith in the absence of the Lord. Me? I just find Holy Saturday a very strange day. The sombreness of Good Friday is over, but you can't move to the celebration of Easter. Holy Saturday is about waiting. And trusting. And believing. It's about knowing that the way from darkness to light, or defeat to victory, or sorrow to joy, or tears to laughter, is a journey. It doesn't happen all at once. But it does happen. Easter comes. It always does. We just have to wait.