Holy Saturday is a time of reflection. It is a pause that offers an opportunity to understand what it means to live in the present, especially when the present feels bleak, or is marked by grief, confusion, and fear. I imagine the day between Christ’s death and future resurrection as one of deep despair, with the promise of divine resurrection overshadowed by the more immediate human anguish of mourning and loss. And yet, that middle day holds a vital lesson: In this liminal time, we are reminded of the aching fullness of being human, unable to see beyond the present moment; nonetheless, we are gifted with the capacity of faith to await, to continue, and to endure.