|"Holy Saturday" from R. Luczakowsky, used with permission|
As you know, according to what is their main focus, theologies come in flavours. You may happen to focus on the obedience of Jesus Christ and his loving self-sacrifice. This could be named theology of the Good Friday. You may want to focus on the victory of Christ over death and the irruption of the kingdom of God over the principalities and powers of the world. This could be named theology of the Resurrection Sunday. Now, he wondered, what is the flavour (or focus) of a theology of the Holy Saturday.
Holy Saturday is a time of waiting, of living in the uncomfortable middle between the necessary death of Jesus and his Resurrection. Likewise it happens in our lives. To share the joy of the living God sometimes we need to go through an experience of dying to ourselves. Like a friend of mine, whose honesty with his parents cost him a time of separation. We know that, if the seed is to give grain, it has to die. And, between the dying and the growing, there is some between time, a time of waiting, a time of letting God work. It reminds me the reading of today's mass:
"The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed upon the ground,and should sleep and rise night and day, and the seed should sprout and grow, he knows not how.
I had also browsed "holy saturday" on the internet and I found this quote:
“Man no longer lives in the beginning–he has lost the beginning. Now he finds he is in the middle, knowing neither the end nor the beginning, and yet knowing that he is in the middle, coming from the beginning and going towards the end. He sees that his life is determined by these two facets, of which he knows only that he does not know them” Dietrich BonhoefferFinally it occurred to me, that we cold link the theology of Saturday to patience. Which prompts me to share something that I once read relating the three theological virtues: hope faith and love.
Hope as having patience with oneself in time of desperation. Faith as having patience with God in a world that is mysterious and sometimes upsetting and painful. And finally love, as having patience with others.
All in all, a theology with a flavour of uncertainties, of waiting, of letting God do his work behind what we can immediately see (as if he worked in secret), a theology of patience with ourselves and with others. A theology like this could be named, I think, a theology of the Holy Saturday. What do you think?