Holy Week Reflection 7 // Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday – in the Grave

Read: Luke 23:50-56

  • What, if anything, stands out to you?

Listen: Stations of the Cross by Malcolm Guite 13 and 14 click on the numbers to get the audio


Artwork: two choices today:

‘The Deposition’ Ugolino de Neriolook close up at the faces of Mary and Jesus 


or Michelangelo’s ‘Pieta’ sculpture (click on the titles to see the paintings)


  • Both these pieces depict the raw emotion of a Mother with her dead son. Can you feel the sorrow through the artwork?


Prayer Points:

  • As we come to the end of the week’s reflections, why not commit yourself afresh to the Lord? You could use this prayer – The Methodist Covenant Prayer which Methodists repeat every year in committing themselves afresh to the Lord.


I am no longer my own but yours.

Put me to what you will,

rank me with whom you will;

put me to doing, put me to suffering;

let me be employed for you or laid aside for you,

exalted for you or brought low for you.

Let me be full, let me be empty,

let me have all things, let me have nothing.

I freely and wholeheartedly yield all things

to your pleasure and disposal.

And now, glorious and blessed God,

Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

you are mine and I am yours.

So be it.

And the covenant made on earth,

let it be ratified in heaven.





Holy Saturday

A little late, but over Easter weekend we held an event at our church called ‘The Altar’. It was part of 24 hours of worship as we ran into the Easter morning service. For once I wasn’t involved in the organising as I was off to my study week the day after, which meant I could experience it without any worries about what was going on, what I needed to be doing, and whether everything was under control – that was someone else’s concern!

My lovely husband leading some worship…

I know that many people were impacted that day just by being in the presence of God, me being one of them. The following is what I wrote in my journal…

Have just walked into a room FILLED with the presence of God.
He is with me.
I am undone…

Without you there is nothing.

Beyond comprehension.

I give you all that I am. The little that is. I am so unworthy. In the face of WHO YOU ARE and what you have done for me, WHO am I?




Let me soak you up. be filled. For you are GOD. You are GOD!! What does that even mean?
How can it be possible that you would meet with me?

Holy Saturday. What must it have been like? A world without you?
Darkness. fear. suffering. hopelessness. What did it feel like?
The pain
Utter hopelessness
did it feel dark? where was the light?

I can’t begin to imagine.

Life without YOU?
I wish I could help people understand that a life without you is empty. It might not even feel it, but when you’ve experienced life WITH God, you never want to go back…

In your presence I am made whole….