The Day Between

Holy Saturday. That mid-time between crucifixion and resurrection. We know Easter is coming. The early disciples had no idea. They huddled in the dark of that upper room frightened of the knock that would come as soldiers came to drag them into court. Despondent because all their hopes and dreams of a Messiah to destroy Roman rule were dashed on the rock called the Skull. And they waited having no idea what was coming next. Often on this day I think of the monologue Lula wrote that I have performed so often, Mary speaking out of time, telling how she felt during these long painful hours before heading for the tomb to perform the death rituals with the other women. The monologue begins with her favorite Jewish mother joke: “how many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb? Never mind. I will just sit here in the dark.” And so they sat. Lost to the world and to themselves with no idea that in one more day they would change the world forever.