Holy Saturday is the quintessential day of waiting. After two days of special services and special meaning on Thursday and Friday, we come to the day where nothing much happens, except waiting. When I was younger, Holy Saturday was the day we coloured our Easter eggs and got our Easter baskets in order, though we still weren't allowed to eat any of the candy. In some churches there is an Easter Vigil service, but that starts very late in the night and carries on till early morning on Easter Day.
So we wait. We anticipate Easter; it's right there; we can just about reach out and touch it, but not quite. Holy Saturday could be a great day of contemplation and meditation, a bit of a lull in the Great Three Days. But for most of us it's simply the day to get ready for Easter. It is after all, a Saturday much like any other, a chance to go to the store which was closed yesterday, a day to watch sports, a day to catch up on things around the house.
But always in the back of my mind, there has been the sense of great things to come. And so they are. Blessed Holy Saturday.
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