Writing in the In Between - by Liz Carter
When I saw that my More Than Writers post this month was scheduled for Holy Saturday, I was disappointed for a moment because I wanted the Sunday slot. I wanted to write about the light breaking through, about the power and the glory. I wanted to write the celebration and enjoy the feast. But then I thought a little more about Holy Saturday, and when I did I was glad of this slot after all. Because that day represents how we all live in the in-between of life: the now and the not yet, the despair and the hope, the liminal space of waiting, with glimpses of what is to come and yet the daily drag of what our reality is, too. I often wonder how Mary the mother of Jesus felt on that Holy Saturday. She didn't have the luxury of the hope that we have, the knowledge of the third day that sustains us and compels us forwards. She didn't know what was going to happen next. All she knew was that her son had died in the most horrendous way, and he wasn't supposed to. Where could hope...