I don’t have many traditions. I have habits, routines, and personal rules galore, but not a whole lot of traditions, per se. When you work in the Church, “tradition” is a very political word, so I try not to even say it; I prefer “custom.”
I do have a tradition for Holy Saturday, though, one that I have not broken in years. It’s easy to figure out how to celebrate Holy Thursday and Good Friday. I work them now, so that’s different. But there’s no special celebration for Holy Saturday. There are some optional RCIA rituals, and some parishes offer Morning Prayer, but otherwise, there’s nothing. No Mass. No special Liturgy of the Word like on Good Friday, even if it’s technically not Mass. The Easter Vigil is its own thing. No weddings, no funerals, no baptisms. Nothing.
Holy Saturday is about hope. The virtue of hope is more than just wishing that nice things will happen or looking toward the future. Hope is a combination of waiting and trust. We wait for the Resurrection, and we trust that it will come. We wait three days, trusting that the prophecy is true. We wait as the hours of darkness pass, trusting that the light will triumph.
Jesus doesn’t wait, though. He’s quite busy, actually. The following is from the Office of Readings for Holy Saturday. It’s from an ancient homily given on that day. The homilist is unknown. Every year, on Holy Saturday, I pray the Office of Readings, and my heart swells with joy (and my eyes with tears) as I grow in hope.
Something strange is happening. There is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear.
He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrow the captives Adam and Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the Cross, the weapon that had won him the victory. At the sight of him Adam, the first man he had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone: ‘My Lord be with you all.’ Christ answered him: ‘And with your spirit.’ He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying: ‘Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light.’
I am your God, who for your sake have become your son. Out of love for you and your descendants I now by my own authority command all who are held in bondage to come forth, all who are in darkness to be enlightened, all who are sleeping to arise. I order you, O sleeper, to awake. I did not create you to be held a prisoner in Hell. Rise from the dead, for I am the life of the dead. Rise up, work of my hands, you who were created in my image. Rise, let us leave this place, for you are in me and I in you; together we form one person and cannot be separated.
For your sake I, your God, became your son; I, the Lord, took the form of a slave; I, whose home is above the heavens, descended to the earth and beneath the earth. For your sake, for the sake of man, I became like a man without help, free among the dead. For the sake of you, who left a garden, I was betrayed to the Jews in a garden, and I was crucified in a garden.
See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore to you the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in my image. On my back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs upon your back. See my hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree.
I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side for you who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in hell. The sword that pierced me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you.
Rise. Let us leave this place. The enemy led you out of the earthly paradise. I will not restore you to that paradise, but will enthrone you in heaven. I forbade you the tree that was only a symbol of life, but see, I who am life itself am now one with you. I appointed cherubim to guard you as slaves are guarded, but now I make them worship you as God. The throne formed by cherubim awaits you, its bearers swift and eager. The bridal chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open. The kingdom of heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity.
Hope in the Lord.