When I was a child, one of the best parts of Christmas was going to sleep on Christmas Eve. The anticipation of Santa’s arrival was almost more than I could bear. I just knew that in the morning, there would be cookie crumbs on the plate, a half-drunk glass of milk, and presents spilling out from under the tree for my three siblings and me. The waiting was hard, but it was worth it. I would struggle through the excitement to go to sleep because if I didn’t sleep, Santa couldn’t come.
As an adult, Holy Saturday holds a similar appeal for me. As we begin in darkness and sorrow, I know that a glorious moment is coming soon. When I have been able to place myself fully in the celebrations of the previous week, the anticipation of the return of the light is almost more than I can take. I am ready for this heaviness to be lifted. I am ready for this weight to be given purpose and meaning. I hope you are, too.
(Excerpted from Walking Through Holy Week)
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