The palms are already packed away for next year. Maundy Thursday and Good Friday have brought us through the last supper and the cross. Now we wait. We wait for Easter egg hunts with all the kids and grandkids. We wait for new Easter clothes. We wait for congregations to gather and proclaim that Jesus Christ is risen. Too often, we are in a rush to get to the next thing. Once Easter is over we will move on to Mother’s Day, and then Pentecost, Memorial Day, graduations, Father’s Day and summer. When we are moving so fast and always looking forward to the next celebration, we forget to live in the moment – in the in-between spaces.
I was reminded of this not long ago when speaking to a group of chaplains who reminded me that many people live their lives in between Good Friday and Easter. They spend their lives living in what they called “Holy Saturday”. It is the space between despair and joy. It is the space between the old and the new. It is the space between death and resurrection. I invite you to spend some time in this space – to spend some time in the grave. When we allow ourselves to feel the despair, the grief, and the anxiety of the disciples, then we can begin to feel the joy and wonder they experienced when they saw the empty tomb.