Holy Saturday

As a child, I always wondered about the Saturday after Good Friday and before Easter. In my mind, God was dead and the Earth and Nature should have rebelled and fallen apart in its own chaos. After all, Matthew tells us that the dead rose and walked in Jerusalem - as if all Hell had broken loose in a very literal sense.

Catholics believe he "rested" in the grave. No sacraments are given and there is no Mass. The world is left without religion for a day.

The early church has a doctrine called the "Harrowing of Hell." Based on a few verses in Acts and 1 Peter, they believed Jesus died and, covered in the sin of the world, was sentenced to Hell. While there, he preached the Gospel and gave unrepentant and ignorant souls a chance at salvation. He miraculously overcame sin and death and was resurrected then reunited with the Father in Heaven.

Personally, I like the idea of a day of stunned silence. The angels and faithful humanity shocked into a meditative contemplation - trying to discern the meaning in Jesus' death. The demons and Satan confused for a time about what to do next - listless in their "victory." I imagine that it was a day where nature tried to flex the rules and bend the boundaries and if you lived on that day, you would have seen many miraculous sights as the spiritual battle line disappeared for a day.