As I write these words, my auntie, who has lived with us for the past twenty-three years is in the next room, dying. The hospice nurse believes we have a couple of hours. I was looking at various things, and noticed I’d written a reflection on Holy Saturday a couple of years ago. Felt appropriate to reprint it today, another Holy Saturday… Today is Holy Saturday, perhaps the strangest and with that among the more compelling days of the Christian... Read more