Saturday, March 26, 2016
A Meditation for Holy Saturday
The women, along with John, had followed Him all the way and now, as Friday was easing out into Saturday, Mary found herself cradling the Son of God in her arms, dead and mangled.
What could have been racing through her mind and memories? Was there even room for them amidst the horrors she had been witnessing?
Perhaps an echo broke through of the angel Gabriel’s words thirty-four years earlier. “Greetings, favored one! Do not be afraid for you have found favor with God. And now, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High . .”
Her womb was fertile with Spirit life and Incarnation, deep in darkness where life grows and is birthed. . .
Now this. . .a lifeless form, a soul pierced as had been foretold by Simeon when the babe, Jesus, was brought to the Temple to be dedicated to the Lord.
How do any of us face a crisis of grief, let alone a mother who has born a child within and then experiences terror at the foot of a Cross that rips him away from her?
We know the outcome that was unfolding over the three days. Those at the foot of the Cross did not, even with anointed words echoing . . .Messiah. . . Son of the Most High.
It was the soul piercing that was felt, that was real, that was agonizing.
Her babe, her son, the Son of the Most High was taken and placed in a darkened tomb, not unlike the gestation darkness when Mary was told she had found favor with God. Favor?
Yet we know, and Mary came to know, that the favor of a new incarnation was being birthed in the soil of Saturday. Those outside the tombing wept. God the Father readied his Beloved Son to break forth. Abundance was yeasted from the terrors of the Cross. All that had been foretold would have its appointed time.
I am asked, as was Mary, to sit in the soil of Saturday’s gestation as new life is readied. He is Risen and so am I risen with Him.
Over and over again with each loss, with each hope unfulfilled, I can wait for the favor of my Savior who knows the appointed time being readied from the seed of life that formed me and has kept me.
Mary came to know. I have known.
Am I willing to wait, with a “soul magnifying the Lord, and a spirit rejoicing in God my Savior” for what has yet to be fulfilled? With the recollection of what Mary experienced, and what God has promised, I can say, “Amen”.