Easter vigil

As we sit in the silence of the tomb, the echoes of the previous day remain in our ears. The sounds of the nails being driven into the cross, the cries of pain. The jeers of those gathered and the cries of his followers. We sit in the darkness of the tomb straining to hear any sounds that would give us comfort to know that he is not gone.
The only sound we hear is silence, our breath even seems to make little noise as we wait. He told us that the Son of man would die for us, but we did not know what that would mean. We did not understand the horror we would witness. We did not understand the pain that was endured because of us.
Now we sit, in the quiet looking waiting for the smallest noise that would let us know he was still with us. Yet there is nothing but the silence, and darkness.
He gave His life, his broken body, his blood flowed in torrents from the cross, until He gave Himself up to our Father.
Now we sit in silence, in darkness that we may better understand the light that is to come.
As we reflect on what has happened, let us wait in joyful hope for what is to come from the silent darkness of His tomb. Will you sit with us as we wait for the morning to rise?
 
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