The Worst of Times...

Easter Saturday

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…"

While we readily recognize this quote from Dickens masterful work, The Tale of Two Cities, in it we can compare the confusion, not between London and Paris, but between hope alive and hope destroyed.

"Where's God?  His Son, or so we'd been led to believe, has just died a terrible, cruel death on a cross and has been dispatched, rather unceremoniously, in a borrowed, stone-cold tomb.  And oh, those three hours; darkness like I'd never experienced before.  It seemed as if God had turned His back on Him who claimed to be His one and only Son."

Indeed!  The age of wisdom has turned to the age of foolishness.  The very idea...the epoch of belief in Jesus, of Nazareth; the epoch of incredulity - that Cross.  There seemed to be such light in Him...but the darkness; it was so dark.  Our spring of hope, now dead, has truly become our winter of despair.

Wait?  He said to wait!  But for what?  "...we had everything before us, we had nothing before us."

Saturday's stillness seems eerily alone.