It’s empty now. The door is wide open and nothing is inside.
The church is empty. There are no flowers, no altar coverings, no Jesus in the tabernacle.
And during this day, we remember the Apostles, and the women, and all who waited at the Tomb. We know the end of the story; they were living it. They had the fear, the uncertainty, the desperation and the emptiness. For them, all that was left was the Tomb, and the promise, and the hope.
The Holy Fool offers a haiku on the subject.
Tomorrow we will celebrate the Empty Tomb. Tomorrow the tabernacle will once again be full, as will our hearts.