I sit at my kitchen table waiting for the snow....waiting. Is that what we spend most of our lives doing? Waiting? Are we there yet? How much longer? We light the 3rd candle on the Advent wreath. I'm due in two weeks. When will I meet the love of my life? Are most of our lives Holy Saturdays, the time between great difficulties and great triumphs, between bad news and good news, death and resurrection. I look at my parents who are both 82 years old and quite feeble. They have buried many of their friends, some of their siblings, and I think for the most part it is safe to say that for now they are waiting. Not morbidly but 'matter of factly'. I mean, how many years do they have left? With that said though....my mom in particular still loves every day she has on this planet. Every time I'm with her she says, "I love you." I love her too and am greatful for every day she and pop remain on this earth... Back to waiting... Students wait for report cards. The poor wait in line for food, for shelter, for almost everything. Parents wait many Holy Saturday nights....waiting. Yet for most of my Christian life, Holy Saturday has barely been mentioned. We focus on Good Friday, where we can nail our troubles, and our sins with Jesus to the cross. Give us Easter's great news of resurrection. But don't leave us here on Saturday, locked in a room. Don't leave me with Mary in the depths of a mother's grief. Don't bury me with Jesus. But let's face it. There can be no Easter without Holy Saturday, Like it or not, we know the crosses are coming; we know we're going to die. It's said there's more to the story, but in the end here we are, waiting for resurrection, whether in the form of a job or a new love or an all-clear medical test. I don't know why I'm thinking this now. It's not even Lent yet........... maybe every day could be Lent, or Holy Saturday....or Easter. Peace and Love.