Hope you all don't mind if I share a Holy Saturday reflection written by a Roman Catholic Jesuit priest. It's not Catholic-specific but very wise, and I thought it might help one or two of us in here:
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We live in Holy Saturday
Most of our lives are spent in Holy Saturday. In other words, most of our days are not filled with the unbearable pain of a Good Friday. Nor are they suffused with the unbelievable joy of an Easter. Some days are indeed times of great pain and some are of great joy, but most are…in between.
We are an Easter people, to be sure but also a Holy Saturday people.
Most of our days are, in fact, times of waiting, as the disciples waited during Holy Saturday. We’re waiting. Waiting to get into a good school. Waiting to meet the right person. Waiting to get pregnant. Waiting to get a job. Waiting for diagnosis from the doctor. Waiting for things at work to improve. Waiting for the results of our physical therapy to help us feel better. Waiting that relationship to improve. Waiting for life just to get...better.
But there are different kinds of waiting.
There, for example, is the wait of despair. Here we know--at least we think we know--that things could never get better, that God could never, ever do anything with our situations. Nothing will, or could, ever change.
This may be the kind of waiting that forced the fearful disciples to hide behind closed doors on Holy Saturday, cowering in terror. Of course they could be forgiven; after Jesus was executed they were probably in danger of being rounded up and executed by the Roman authorities. (Something tells me, though, that the women disciples, who overall proved themselves better friends than the men during the Passion, were more hopeful.)
Three years ago, the time before the papal conclave saw a lot of that kind of waiting, much of it from otherwise intelligent commentators and thoughtful op-ed writers, and some of it even from some believers. The church with all of its problems—sexual abuse scandals, financial mismanagement, increasing irrelevance—was doomed, we were told over and over. Mired in insurmountable problems, they said, which could never be addressed. And of course, said the doubters, the College of Cardinals would never, ever, ever, ever, be able to elect anyone who might do things differently, who could shake things up, who could give the church a sense of renewal. Since the cardinals were all were all cut from the same cloth and so hidebound, we were told, they would never be able to make any kind of bold decision. The notion that the Holy Spirit might work within that group, human as it was, was set aside, rejected, and even laughed at. The Holy Spirit? Please. The idea that a new pope might approach things differently, speak differently, act differently than his predecessors? Please.
Hearing this from believers was surprising, to say the least. Because these people were waiting in despair. And this is not the waiting that Christians are called to.
Then there is the wait of passivity, as if everything were up to "fate." In this waiting there is no despair, but not much anticipation of anything good either. It's the wait of "Whatever." This is also not the waiting what we are called to.
We are called to the wait of the Christian, which is called hope. It is an active waiting; it knows that, even in the worst of situations, even in the darkest times, God is powerfully at work. Even if we can’t see it clearly right now. The disciples’ fear after Good Friday was understandable; but we, who know how the story turned out, who know that Jesus will rise from the dead, who know that God is with us, who know that nothing will be impossible for God, are called to wait in faithful hope. And to look carefully for signs of the new life that are always right around the corner--to look, just like a few of the disciples were doing on Holy Saturday.
Because change is always possible, renewal is always waiting, and hope is never dead.
Fr James Martin SJ