Holy Saturday, Holy Rest

On the seventh day God rested
In the silence of the tomb;
Having finished on the sixth day
All his work of joy and doom.
Now the world had fallen silent,
And the water had run dry,
The bread had all been scattered,
And the light had left the sky.
The flock had lost its shepherd,
And the seed was sadly sown,
The courtiers had betrayed their king,
And nailed Him to His throne.
O Sabbath rest by Calvary,
O calm of tomb below,
Where the grave clothes and the spices
Cradle Him we did not know!
Rest you well, beloved Jesus,
Caesar’s Lord and Israel’s King,
In the brooding of the Spirit,
In the darkness of the spring.
_N.T. Wright

Today, our God rests for the work of new creation is finished and a new week, a new creation, is at hand. Today we embrace our own confusion and we wait for a new day when we might begin again the work for which we were created, the work to which God set us before the interruption of the curse, the work of bearing and reflecting God's image and implementing Christ's reign throughout all creation.

Today we rest and wait, our Lord lies in a tomb.