What must it have been like for Mary to watch her son be crucified and placed in that tomb? Had all her years of pondering brought her to the place where she understood that he had to suffer and die? Way back at the beginning of his ministry, when they were at the wedding feast in Cana and they ran out of wine, Mary told the servants to do whatever Jesus told them to do. She trusted him to do the right thing. So I rather thank that, as wrenching as it would have been for her, she maintained that underlying trust in her son and in the Father.
But the waiting... the long hours between seeing him placed in the tomb and early Sunday morning, the day after the Sabbath, when they would again be able to visit the tomb. Oh, the waiting.
Sit for a while with Mary, awaiting the first light of Sunday. Sit and be still, as if you don't yet know the reality of the resurrection. And while you sit with her, meditate on the words of the hymn, O Sacred Head, Now Wounded.
Scripture for Saturday of Holy Week