Where is God?
Silent, in darkness, neither moving, nor listening nor speaking, His lifeless corpse is laid in the tomb.
God is dead, and in that moment, humanity seems cursed.
Cursed, as our hearts are restless in seeking the divine, but the divine is dead.
Cursed, as we seek immortality, but the grave cradles the giver of life.
The bloodied body of the God-Man begins to decay. Humanity, in a full display of violence, empire, and evil, has killed Him who is love embodied and entwined with extravagant mercy.
The brutality of violence and the cries of abandonment — 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' — give way to the silence of Saturday.
And then, in glorious and holy mystery, the butchered body of the Galilean peasant is raised to life. The grave could not hold Him.
He lives, and a blessing of hope is poured upon frail humanity.
There is always hope
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