The day I most cherish in this most holy of weeks is Saturday–Holy Saturday. It is a hinge between Good Friday and Easter, a sigh in the “great silence because the King sleeps,” a day of triumph because God “goes to seek out our first parent like a lost sheep; he wishes to visit those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. He goes to free the prisoner Adam and his fellow-prisoner Eve from their pains, he who is God, and Adam’s son.”
These quotations are from an ancient homily read every Holy Saturday in the Office of Readings titled “The Lord’s Descent Into the Realm of the Dead.” In this homily, Jesus calls out to those who slept in darkness:
‘Rise. I command you: Awake, sleeper, I have not made you to be held a prisoner in the underworld. Arise from the dead; I am the life of the dead. Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who were fashioned in my image. Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I in you, together we are one undivided person.’”




