The Saturday Between

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

Peace comes to the strong, not the violent.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

We remember you because you died.
We follow you because you live.
We honor you because of your courage and sacrifice.
We serve in your name because you live.
We feel the guilt and shame of your death.
We know the hope and joy of your life.
We remember your because you died.
We follow you because you live.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“Finally, some peace and quiet.”

[Not what He said when He awakened in the tomb.]

D. Blog: The Saturday Between

In a way, we live in the Saturday between crucifixion and resurrection, between suffering and glory, between the keen awareness of death and the totally unknown. We know too much about death and dying, but nothing, really, about what might come next. We have a sense of what absolute darkness is like, but can only imagine and hope for an absolute brightness to come. Our confinement in this Saturday life, in the cave of the ancient Greek philosopher, is not without its positive features, however. We have imagination. We have hope. We have one another. We have glimpses of beauty in the here and now. These, and Saturday, ought not be overlooked or discounted, no matter what comes with Sunday.