Senan Of Somerset
Senan Of Somerset

Easter Saturday Part 1 and 2


Eastertide. Simply put, there can be no Resurrection without a Crucifixion. There can be no Easter Sunday without Good Friday.

Friday’s here and Maundy’s gone
The day is cold but some warmth from sun
A day without work but it doesn’t feel free
As ‘put to death’ clouds all that I see.

Emptied of all – how low can you get
A fish from the sea now caught in the net
With no hope of return to the watery feel
Just visceral cuts of the fisherman’s steel

Many look on to Sunday’s news
Chocolate, eggs, carols and pews
Better to pause to stare at the blood
Even if it means a tearful flood

Perhaps to Saturday we all should look
And a few minutes silence without a good book.
Prepare to be emptied of all that is me
The creator then shows us just what we can be

Easter Saturday (Continued)

Of all the days during Easter, I still find Easter Saturday to be the most poignant. The Christ, that was made flesh has died, and like Bach’s St Mathew’s Passion, I like to pause for a little more time than comfortable at His graveside.->

In the Creed said by so many across the world, we say, “He descended into hell”. An extraordinary statement in many ways, and in the same way, open to interpretation.

Meanwhile we read that Judas took his own life after the events of this passion tide. For some I’m sure he is beyond redemption, banished from heaven and sent to hell…

But wait one moment. Where is the first place The Christ goes to after His death. “He descended into hell”.
Did He go there to find someone? Was Judas the first person to meet with Him after His death. Was Judas the first man to receive forgiveness from the The Risen Lord. I like to think so; it breathes life and hope back into this world.

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