Somehow the emptiness of the day speaks to me. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I have known emptiness and know well that emptiness will visit me again. Maybe it's because the cries of Good Friday still ring in my ears.
Maybe it's because I need some space between the Good Fridays of life and the Easter morning alleluias. I need some time to wait and watch and pray. Time to sit in sadness.
We went our separate ways. We scattered like the disciples of long ago. Now we wait in silence. Now we wrestle with the question "Where is God?"
But there's an already to our not yet. We know that tomorrow the alleluias will ring out. We know that tomorrow, in the midst of our sadness, at the center of our emptiness, the risen Christ will meet us on the dark road that leads away from the empty. We know that he will greet us and then assure us, "Do not be afraid."
Tomorrow we will become again a part of the Risen Christ. Tomorrow we will sing out "Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!"
Tomorrow we'll gather with our brothers and sisters at St. Martin's and we will live into the resurrection.
Thanks be to God!