In the midst of the Trituum on Holy Saturday, today seems to be the company of our misery.

Holy Saturday betrays a sort of ghostly silence, and in that silence, we can still hear the cries of the mob,

crucify him, crucify him. We can still hear the wailing of the women

of Jerusalem, the nails being driven into the hands of our Savior, and even the final cry of Christ.

It is finished. And now, just a day later, as the emotional and the spiritual overload begins to echo into the past,

as we feel as if we've lost our bearings in this mystery,

we seem to be left with one thing.

The raw emptiness of Holy Saturday.

In this vacuous, empty feeling, we may be tempted to think that all is lost.

No doubt the disciples thought this.

We need only look at doubting Thomas and his reaction to the resurrection, or even the words of the

disciples on the road to Amaius, who said, but we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel.

In such moments of uncertainty, of deafening silence, we must rest assured in he who is true to his

word, and he who is truth himself, and he who promised to be raised on the third day. As Catholics,

our faith is founded on Christ and summarized in the creed that we pray each Sunday at Mass.

And though we might be accustomed to pray the Nicene Creed, remember what we pray in the Apostles' Creed.

I believe in Jesus Christ, His only Son our Lord.

He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the

Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended to the

dead, and on the third day he rose again. Yes, we believe in Christ, the Son of God, born of a virgin who was crucified

and died just yesterday, who will rise tomorrow, and who today, on Holy Saturday, descended to the

dead. In the empty silence of Holy Saturday, when it may seem that everything promised came to nothing,

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