A day of silence and reflection
HOLY SATURDAY: THE GREAT SILENCE
Holy Saturday, the Saturday of Holy Week, also known as Holy and Great Saturday, the Great Sabbath, Black Saturday, Joyous Saturday, Hallelujah Saturday or Easter Eve, and called "Joyous Saturday" or "the Saturday of Light" among Coptic Christians, is the day after Good Friday. Wikipedia
Today was called Black Saturday while I was growing up. It was a day of reflection because Christ died just hours before, and we weren't supposed to rejoice until tomorrow.
It was hard because shopping centres were already open, and most of the people already stopped reflecting. They were already having parties, et cetera, et cetera.
If there is only one thing, but thankfully there are many more, that I am grateful for the times I was actively serving in another fold, I am grateful because I was taught that the Holy Days were days of reflection and gratefulness because even if God did not have to, He lowered Himself, took the form of a slave...he stayed inside the womb of a woman for nine months...he experienced all the pain, temptations, and so much more. He was like us in every way, except sin. The enemy tempted His FULL humanity. He IS true God and true man.
He lowered Himself because He loved us. The Father loved us that's why He sent Him.
Don't let me explain the MYSTERY of the Holy Trinity...we can only have analogies...examples...but we cannot fully fathom the exact explanation...we will only FULLY understand when the TIME comes.
For the past sixteen years I only missed serving three times during the Easter Vigil, and tonight would be the fourth time. God willing, I'll be back on Divine Mercy Sunday...and as for my Saturday service, I think I will be back the following Saturday, depending on the situation. I told them I'll be back the week after Easter Sunday...
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The Easter Vigil is the mass of all masses. It is very long and very meaningful.
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I learned about the importance of the Easter Vigil when I started serving again in the Catholic Church in 1989. I wasn't really back yet. I went back through Opus Dei the following year, and I was told to make a public confession in front of a small congregation after a general confession...I did not need to get baptised again, even if I was baptised outside the fold.
My journey back to the faith started when I was in Europe in 1988. In 1989 I started serving in the MOQ choir of the Holy Child Chapel at the Bonifacio Naval Station then at the uni, of all places, I found myself receiving formation from Opus Dei. My auntie and my first cousin were already supernumeraries, I chose to be a cooperator(an inactive one nowadays), but I almost...anyways, I did not join them, but I'll forever be grateful for the formations I received through them. I just don't think I have the same charism.
SACRED SILENCE
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