I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast; my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death. For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet–I can count all my bones– they stare and gloat over me; they divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.
Lord, here it is, Holy Saturday, a day of Sabbath in Jerusalem 2000 years ago, Your body has been laid in the tomb, that triumphant cry, “It is finished” has resounded throughout all eternity, all creation awaits the proof to be on display the following morning. Your humiliation, rejection by man and God, the lifting of the burden of man’s sin onto Your bruised and beaten shoulders is complete. It is finished.
Today’s readings in the Psalms:
Morning: Psalm 22
Mid-day: 119:9-16
Evening: Psalm 97
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