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How Holy Saturday Gives Us a Taste of Christ’s Longing


Michael Semensohn CC

Elizabeth Scalia - published on 03/26/16

God reaches out to us and we walk by. Today, with no Mass and the absence of the Lord so keenly felt, we reach out to him ...

A couple of years ago I had some business to attend to in New York City during Holy Week.

It had been a difficult Lent; some days I was trying too hard, other days I was phoning it in, and in terms of fruitfulness, the branches were pretty bare. I knew it was my own fault.

The business in Manhattan was neither fulfilling nor satisfying, and as I ambled into Penn Station, my interior dialogue was grumpy; I groused about my own failures as a human being, the fecklessness of other human beings and my general dissatisfaction with the state of the world.

In that less-than-saintly mood — my default state — I decided I would await my train with a Guinness in my paw, nursing it along with all of my grudges.

Settled with an Irish stout, then, my position at the bar allowed me to see the schedule boards I needed for my train and also afforded me a full view of the escalators pulling people off the streets, and a cross-section of folks coming and going. The perspective was a people-watcher’s dream.

I had barely touched my beer and was vaguely agreeing with the man at the next stool that the Talking Heads was a great ’80s band when, for the merest moment, something happened.

For just the briefest instant, it seemed as though everything simply stopped; a full-on freeze frame.

The people walking by, the escalators full of people floating up or down, the groups gathering by the schedule board, the music and conversation around me — it all seemed to simply stop.

And in the space of a pulse — with the same sort of fleeting beat of affirmation that characterizes a pulse — I understood something in an instinctive and internal way that I cannot yet perfectly or even adequately describe.

I wouldn’t presume to say that anything was being communicated to me, but I nevertheless had a glimpse — or an overwhelming “sense” — of something. In that brief flash I knew that hovering over us, near us, within us, all about us was an awful, unstoppable ache of love and sadness; a sense of “Oh, my people! How often I have wanted to gather your children together as a hen protects her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let me.”

This ache of longing, reaching out; of longing unanswered, unfulfilled.

It lasted the merest second, and then all was normal; everyone was moving; the radio was blaring. But for the rest of that Holy Week, nothing felt right to me. I was weepy and restless, and everything seemed unsuitable.

You see, this was not like Thomas Merton’s moment in Kentucky, and the joy-filled sense he had of people gadding about, shining like the sun. This felt more like a gloaming; like the space between dark and light that, of an ordinary twilight vespers, can bring such a sense of comfort and completion. And yet, this moment contained a note of what I can only characterize as desolation. Unfulfilled belonging.

Oh, my people …

There is a story about Blessed John Paul II, that he was once discovered in his private chapel with his arms about the tabernacle, crooning a song in Polish, as a mother might croon to a child. He looked up to his visitors with a distraught expression and said, “I don’t know how to comfort him!”

That is precisely what it felt like to me — as though I had one of my children in my arms, and he was inconsolable.

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