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HOLY WEEK
How the Silence of Holy Saturday Makes You Wonder what Hell is Like
No, Really…What is Hell? What and Who is There?
Sshhh…. Do you hear that? No? That’s hope whispering in the wind, calling to you as you grieve and hope, all at once. The silence whispers at your back, ushering you into a space of grief.
Jesus’ mother, Mary, knew that he would come back, just as she knew he was meant to die. So, she sat in hopeful silence. It requires a modicum of patience. It requires slowing down, long enough to hear the whispers of silence as they draw you in.
The scriptures (Matthew 27:57–66, TPT) mention that Joseph, a wealthy man, was given permission by Pilate to move Jesus’ body to a tomb of their choosing. He then attended to the body, late at night, wrapping Jesus in linen cloth, steeped with spices of aloe and myrrh, which was customary for burials during that time.
Jesus’ mother, Mary, and the other Mary’s watch as he lovingly wraps his body, preparing it for burial. Jesus’ mother, Mary, sits in her hope. Her child is dead, and I imagine she is grieving, but she hangs on to the hope that Jesus will return.
If you have ever been consumed by grief over a loved one, it doesn’t just make your heart hurt, your whole body tends to…
