We can be there with Jesus the Man from Nazareth as he rides through the dusty streets of Jerusalem. The throngs clamored to see him and hail him their Revolutionary Hope. They threw down palms and coats to carpet the way they thought the future was going. But then there was bitter disappointment and rage, and betrayal by even the closest of friends. And Good Friday comes round again.
Love is put to death as a scandal and a criminal.
Saturday is a limbo time. A time of sadness in the wake of death, but also a time of patient anticipation for those of us who stand forever on this side of Easter. The tomb is empty. Life is come again. Hope is reborn.