Holy Saturday, as we await the news to come:
The disciples, in their time of despair, and fear, had nothing to go on except the mysterious utterances of their teacher Jesus, who said something about being raised again on the third day. Those words, though unfathomable to them then, were perhaps their only source of hope.
As I also look towards that day when Jesus comes again to restore all things, I too cling to memories of His presence and His promises. With the disciples, I seek to respond to God's continuous encouragement to remember, and to not be afraid.
I pray that I might be granted hope despite a faith that sometimes feels smaller than a mustard seed, that we might see reality made new through the resurrection, each and every day.
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