SATURDAY: THE NOISE IS GONE
From Friday to Saturday, evening to morning, another 24-hour period.
See the contrast:
All that intolerable Noise –
Violence and malice, bloodshed, noise, noise of mockery, noise, noise everywhere, noise of accusations, noise from mocking insults, noise from derision, noise of violence, noise from the whip, noise from blows onto a human body, noise of tumult and blame, noise from a crowd that acts like a mob, noise of heavy wood falling to the ground wounding more the Man carrying it, noise of weeping, noise of hammer blows, noise from nature . . . . noise of a heavy stone being rolled into place, noise of Roman guards with short swords of steel taking their place.
And now the silence –
Today, Saturday. The Jewish Sabbath. Rest from the noise. Hiding from the noise.
Silence of the tomb. Silence of aloneness. Silence of sorrow. Silence of fear. Silence of tongues that have no words. Silence of a heart that knows not what to pray. Silence of waiting, waiting, stuck in the moment. Silence of remembering. Silence of a miniature thought of hope, a nano-hope, which exists only in deadly silence.
What was it He had said?
The sun has gone down… Saturday is departing in unresolved silence.