Holy Saturday

I went to church early this morning. Before anyone else was there. The lights were off.

The familiar red glow of the presence light was missing.

The yellow cast of the light coming from the streetlights made the familiar shape of the altar seem foreign. Almost drawing attention to the emptiness of the tabernacle.

Just like it did on Good Friday.

But today, Holy Saturday, it’s a different kind of empty.

There’s a feeling, an air of anticipation.

There’s something in the room. An expectation, a longing.

As if the very stones know that there’s something different about tonight.

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