The Saturday Inbetween

Quince blossoms interrupting my Saturday.
Quince blossoms interrupting my Saturday.

 

Well, I made it through Good Friday.   Catherine and I went to Mass in the evening and I got relief finally from most of my sadness.   Mass completed me, so to speak.

Now Holy Saturday.   The belief is that Christ descended to the dead, the place of the dead on this in between day.  Yes, OK.  And what was He doing there, lolly gagging, taking a break?  The idea that He was talking to the millions that had come before and had died without hearing of the new covenant that He offered is intriguing.   It fits with the idea that Christianity is not an exclusive club.  It is open to Jew and Gentile we are told, meaning everyone.   Interesting to think of prehistoric individuals hearing His message.  Maybe they could understand it better than “we of cluttered brains”.

Well, just some thoughts.  Oh, maybe one more.  A friend asked what a Catholic was supposed to do on these holy days, like maybe having a list of good works to accomplish?  But I came up with the answer that it was about contemplation.  So, yes, that’s it.

You are my sunshine, love, Felipe.