Holy SaturdayYesterday, there was a funeral in a local church. Someone
remarked of the deceased, “It was nice to be buried on the same day as Jesus was.” True. And,
death comes for each of us. But it is not the end. What marks us out as a
people set apart is our conviction that Jesus truly rose from the dead and is
risen still. We believe what the world often dismisses as fanciful. We hope for
what many have long abandoned. Even now, in this “valley of tears,” we live in
the gift of eternal light. The darkness is overcome by the Light of Christ.
As we reflect today on the Lord’s Passion, we wait with
joyful expectation for the spark that will be lit at the Easter Vigil this
evening. We can hardly wait for sunset, when we will taste and sense the joy of
the Risen One on this holiest of nights. From a single flame, light will spread
from candle to candle. We hear the Deacon or priest sing out the great Exsultet which
includes the following verses:
This is the night when Jesus Christ
broke the chains of death
and rose triumphant from the grave.
And again:
Accept this Easter candle,
a flame divided but undimmed,
a pillar of fire that glows to the honour of God.
Let it mingle with the lights of heaven
and continue bravely burning
to dispel the darkness of this night.
Whether just after sunset or just before, this is the moment
we have been waiting for. Our song is one of triumph over death. Death does not
have the last word. In our Easter Eucharist we proclaim Christ crucified and
risen. He is in our midst, and we rejoice.
Some day the Easter candle lit on the previous Easter will
be lit for our passing from this world.
Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? (1
Corinthians 15:55)