Death - all over

The (life) path has come to an end.
The empty cross stands at the abyss.
It cannot go on.
There is only a way to the right.
But this is the way to the grave.
The end.
Over.
Dead end.

Life - a dead end?

Not only at the end of my life, but also in the middle of it, when I feel powerless, I feel I am at the end of a road. No turning back. And in front of me a deep abyss. The nice view doesn't help. All that remains is the step into the grave.

In this situation my faith helps me. I don't believe that God will give me wings, but I believe in the resurrection.

With one more deep breath, I go into the grave... and joy fills me. The tomb is built like a tunnel. At the other end there is an exit through which the sun shines and the path continues on the other side of the grave.

Holy Saturday is the day of rest in the tomb. It is a day that stands symbolically for the mourning process. With faith in the resurrection it is easier to bear - even if the parting hurts and will always hurt. But there is an exit at the end of the burial tunnel - on the other side the path continues.

What a wonder-ful message.

We celebrate this tonight.

Sr. Katharina Horn