Watching, waiting, waking… into a dream: A meditation for Holy Saturday

“…unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” (John 12.24) It’s a dark day. Jesus is dead. The disciples are numb with shock, dazed and confused, scared for their lives. As the tomb was sealed, the sun had descended below the horizon and darkness had shrouded the city of Jerusalem, providing a mixed blessing – it was dark enough to hide the apostles, but too dark for them to dare to dream. Psalm 130 serves, I believe, to capture the disciples’ mood at this time: Psalm 130 Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord . Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications! If you, O Lord , should mark iniquities, Lord, who could stand? But there is forgiveness with you, so that you may be revered. I wait for the Lord ; my soul waits, ...