It is far too early in the morning for theological reflection. However, just a thought. Why is it that Jesus cannot be dead today? Why do we need to think necessarily of this as a time of smashing the gates of hell and engaging in a rescue mission to those who had died before the incarnation? Good Friday is different. We can rage against injustice. We can admire the heroism of someone bearing unspeakable pain. Saturday is about stillness, brokenness and impotence. Nothingness. A reminder that death is never nothing at all.

Let God, in Jesus, be dead. After all that being dead is the supreme embrace of our fragile mortality, which reminds us that the incarnation allows humanity and divinity to intermingle again. In between the hammer of the nails of the Friday and the shrieks of the Sunday, listen to the silence and remember that we too are impotent and have no need to pretend anymore.

Pob bendith