Called To The Mystery Of Intercessory Prayer
Saturday — the day between — the nothing day — the no thing day, no trials or scourging, no crying out or dying
to even talk about it seems useless because that was yesterday, and today is just today, taking us to tomorrow.
Saturday — the day between —the nothing day — the no thing day, no alleluias or Eucharist, no stone rolled back or rising to glory —
even the heart refrains from thinking it because that’s tomorrow,and today is just today, taking us to tomorrow.
Waiting day — in which all waitings are rolled up into one intense moment
the music is about to begin,
the curtain is about to rise,
the door is about to be opened,
the plane is ready for take—off,
the phone is going to ring,
the buds are about to blossom,
the rose is almost opened,
the birds are -about to return,
the butterfly is struggling out of its cocoon,
the chick is pecking at the egg shell,
the baby is about to be born,
the sun is coming up,
the dawn is almost here,
the words are going to be said,
the wound is almost healed,
the stone is going to be rolled away!
The moment of expectation — that intense moment of life filled with the unspeakable joy of knowing what will surely be;
that moment when one’s whole being is poised in complete openness, an openness into which God can come!
By your dying, Lord Jesus, You’ve taken us into the hollowed places of Your Wounds —
You have hidden us there today and we wait in the peaceful darkness for growth and healing to come.
Nourished by Your Holy Blood and Body, as a child is nourished in its mother’s womb, we wait to be born tomorrow!