00:07The grave. It's the Sabbath. The day on which God rests from the work of creation
00:13has become the day on which he rests in the grave from the work of recreation.
00:18I imagine the smell of those spices and perfumes prepared by the women filling their house
00:24all day. I imagine their many tears, their hushed conversations, their attempts to pray.
00:31Lord, teach me to rest. I don't find this easy. Not just to rest physically from work,
00:37but psychologically and spiritually from my need for easy answers, instant miracles and
00:43immediate resolution. Like a child with a fever, half asleep in my father's arms,
00:49help me to trust even when I cannot understand. Lord, the smell of your burial spices seems to
00:56fill our entire world right now. There is death and despair everywhere. I remember before you now
01:03those known to me who are weeping and waiting for a miracle. Those people in our world who have given
01:09up hope. Lord, I live so much of my life on Holy Saturday, somewhere between the cross and the
01:16resurrection. I can't deny what you've done for me, but I am waiting for so much more. I know that
01:23you're the answer, but I still have so many questions. I'm deeply aware of the work you've
01:28begun in my life, but impatient for its completion. Today I surrender to your apparent slowness.
01:35In the absence of easy answers and instant miracles, teach me to wait with those faithful women who
01:42attended to your body, to trust when everything seems hopeless, and to pray. Amen.
