The point of Saturday is that God enters our darkest darkness, our most silent silence, our deepest sorrow, our most fearful horrors, our harrowing despair, our relentless guilt and self-loathing loneliness. 

God enters boldly, willingly, humbly, and moved by nothing more nor less than love.

He enters having checked one more time to see if there is another way.

God in Christ, reconciling the world unto Himself, God in Christ, suffering, God in Christ, buried and laid aside, this God in Christ, is preaching to the dead.

And in that timeless, timely entering into the realm of the dead, He still preaches and draws those who are dead toward a glimmer of hope of life when only a glimmer is all that is needed to open the door of faith and hope.

God has entered my darkness and your darkness, our lonesome solitary darkness and our collective darkness and … in our bleakest moment, we see enough light to calm us and cause us to wait one more day.

One more day … the dawn.