On what might have to (symbolically) be the 
darkest day of the year, 
Holy Saturday; a metaphor for the times in our lives when all 
hope seems dashed.  There is, though often undetectable, something still very much alive—something we can only 
learn through what seems like death.
Divine Solidarity:
If I will trust that what comes to me in life is for me, not against me...it breaks my idols, my isolation, my sense of independence.
-- Barbara Brown Taylor