Everyday is Holy Saturday

I didn't grow up observing holy week. I vaguely remember Palm Sunday being something, but we always rushed right into Easter, cantata and all. In the churches of my youth, we rarely entered into the story. We didn't sit with Jesus and his disciples at the table in the upper room. We didn't walk with him to the cross. We didn't place his body in the tomb. We knew the story, but we just didn't entered into it.

For the last couple of years, at Vintage Fellowship, we have observed Holy Week. We have sought to insert ourselves into the story so that when Easter finally arrives, we have something to celebrate. Beginning on Thursday, we gather together each evening in simplicity and quiet. The story itself is central. It has become one of my favorite weeks in the calendar.

Maundy Thursday - We gather like Jesus did with his disciples. We pray and share communion. We wash one another's feet and sing a hymn.

Good Friday - We go to the cross. We try to really observe it. We listen closely to the story. We hear the nails being pounded. We feel the blood spatter. We exhale as Jesus breathes his last. We go in silence.

Holy Saturday - We sit shiva. We sit and say very little.

Tonight as we were sitting shiva for Jesus I realized something. Most of my life is Holy Saturdays.

I have a few days that are like Maundy Thursday, when I truly humble myself and serve others. But not too many.  I have a few days like Good Friday, when I sacrifice and suffer and deeply feel the loss. But not too many. I have a few days like Easter, when I am raptured in joy and victory. But not too many.

Mostly, I just have the numbness of God being buried and dead. Most of my days are Holy Saturdays.

I don't know quite what to make of this observation about my life. I imagine I will begin to unpack it in the coming days. Maybe by the time Holy Saturday rolls around next year, I'll have more insight. Tonight, I'm content to just admit that I miss God.






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Holy Week: Window in the Skies

The rule has been disproved
The stone it has been moved
The grave is now a groove
All debts are removed

Happy Easter, everybody





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Holy Week: Wake Up Dead Man

God is dead.





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Holy Week: Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains
Carried the cross, took my shame, took the pain
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for





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Holy Week: Until the End of the World

On Maundy Thursday, Jesus shared a meal with his disciples, washed their feet, and taught them how to love. I'm quite fond of the way U2 tells the story.





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Holy Week: Yahweh

On this day during Holy Week, Jesus was anointed by a woman who lavished her most expensive perfume upon him. Her actions are a reminder that everything we have must be offered to our God.





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Holy Week: One

On Tuesday of Holy Week, Jesus spent a lot of time teaching. During these final lessons, he was asked by a man about which is the greatest commandment. His answer - Love. "Love the higher law."





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Holy Week: Out of Control

"I've got big ideas. I'm out of control." On Monday of Holy Week, Jesus flew into a fit of rage and ran the merchants from the temple. Jesus is up to something important this week, and he's willing to appear crazy to see it through.





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Holy Week: When Love Comes to Town

I am going to blog Holy Week this year with U2 videos that capture the destiny, the angst, the hope of what Jesus did for us. I'm a little late getting started, but in honor of Palm Sunday, here is When Love Comes to Town.





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