"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."
Holy Saturday is the silence of a period which straddles death and life; it is the silence of work done and yet unfinished. That silent and holy Saturday is the space between mourning and rejoicing; it is a time in which death has not yet been defeated, nor can victory be proclaimed. Holy Saturday is a time of doubt and unbelief. It is a time of a descent into hell.
Our nation is at this very moment considering one of the most significant pieces of legislation of our modern era - the Affordable Care Act, an attempt to insure some of the 49.9 million Americans who do not have health insurance. It is an imperfect plan for a flawed system, but it sheds light on a national crisis. There are too many sons and daughters, too many mothers and fathers who don't have access to the most basic of health care until there is a catastrophic medical event.