3 days of vigil

For the first time I saw The Passion of the Christ yesterday, Good Friday. In it Christ dies under a lowering sun, before the early gloaming. I walked out of the theatre under a lowering sun; for me, he is dead.

The movie was a tremendously moving experience, and very well done. Easter is made very, very real to me this year.

It is the second day already. Sunset on Friday marks the beginning of Sabbath in the Jewish calander. In vigil, I will go to the assembly on Sunday morning and await the news of the third day, "He is risen!".