Good Friday has bled into the silent void of Saturday. Our mysterious day after is just that, mysterious. I’m aware of a finality outside of time. The disillusionment of an ancient sacrificial system has settled in and the completion feels right. But the soul’s sinful eternal wound won’t fully heal until Sunday. And yet something deep has begun. I just don’t understand it. What on earth are humans suppose to do with today? Saturday makes my head spin. But I love it anyway.
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