Quietly, silently, stealthily the virus waits, outside our gates, waiting for one false move, of one pair of hands not washed with soap and water, waiting for one allowance of infected person entering, but till then it waits outside, pretending sleep, waiting for that chance, that opportunity, when it can tunnel in, ignite and destroy!
Quietly, silently, a Body waits: Broken, twisted, Bruised, skin shredded. Finally, pulled down from a rough-hewn cross, It lies waiting in a tomb. Those who laid Him there, declared Him dead. Those, who clothed Him there, shed tears as hopes were dashed about Him putting to shame, those who had strung Him to die on a cross.
Quietly, silently, both lie this Saturday, waiting to announce themselves to a waiting world!
One, destruction!
The Other, Victory!
One, leading you to a grave..
The other, leading you to Life..
In the virus, evil lurks, lingering outside, to take defenseless you to a constricted death, where breathless, alone, isolated, starved off the very air, so freely available now, you breathe your last, and leave your weary, fight relinquished, remains behind.
In the Other, brought down from the Cross, goodness sprouts, a noble, worthy, righteous compassion for us crying out people, that allowed a crucifixion, from which forever is conquered death!
This Saturday outside yon gates, one comes to kill..
This Holy Saturday, inside a tomb, one lies dead, to give life..
It’s a fatal Saturday outside, and one, when the whole world watches with bated breath, whether death or life will win. Whether some research scientist in far off lab will shout, “The cure!”
It’s a Holy Saturday, inside a cave like tomb, and one the whole world watches with bated breath, because they know, yes we know, that, that same still body, holds the very breath that we will breathe, the very victory we will gain, when that same body, sometime tonight, feels the stirring of life within, and sits upright, then stands tall, pulls deaths shroud off, ready to give life to the world, ready to allow same world to turn with scorn and say, “I don’t fear death, because there’s life beyond!”
The virus also waits, and knows in the morrow, it’s hold of fear will disappear, as death loses its sting and grave it’s victory, and the people shout with joy.
But today we wait, some knowing, some not: which group are you?

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