On what might have to (symbolically) be the
darkest day of the year,
Holy Saturday; a metaphor for the times in our lives when all
hope seems dashed. There is, though often undetectable, something still very much alive—something we can only
learn through what seems like death.
Divine Solidarity:
If I will trust that what comes to me in life is for me, not against me...it breaks my idols, my isolation, my sense of independence.
-- Barbara Brown Taylor