I’ve long had the conceit that the Blessed Virgin Mary could hear the preaching of her Son in her immaculate heart–that the Gospel was like her heartbeat. What mother does not carry her children in her heart? What mother and Son lived in closer unity?
And so I have long believed that today, Holy Saturday, was the day that Mary knew her Son was not finished. For a time, at the foot of the Cross and before the Sepulcher, all was silent. While she wept and prayed and waited to understand on Saturday, her heart heard the Gospel being preached once more.
Quiet, distant, as from another plane…or far beneath the earth. And she smiled, and wept, and prayed, and waited.