Phenomenology:

"Phenomenology of religion concerns the experiential aspect of religion, describing religious phenomena in terms consistent with the orientation of the worshippers. It views religion as being made up of different components, and studies these components across religious traditions so that an understanding of them can be gained." Wikipedia, "Phenomenology of Religion"

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Triduum Musical Reflection #3 :: Holy Saturday | My Oh My


"My Oh My" by Punch Brothers

There's no lyric video for this, but you can read the lyrics here.

This song is a little happier than my usual choice for Holy Saturday. Jesus is in the tomb, yes? The disciples are scared! We, however, know the next part of the story. We know "something beautiful's gonna come." Jesus has resurrected! He did it 2,000 years ago.

If that is true, though, why are we miserable so often? Why do we question the goodness in our lives? Why do we cheat, lie, steal, fight when our Creator became human to die and rise from the dead for us? If we really, truly, embrace, inhale, believe in the resurrection, how could we be less than joyfully hopeful?

We are in the tomb.

My oh my, what a wonderful day
We're having, we're having
Why, oh why, are we looking for a way
Outside it, outside it


Of course, even a perfect person could not be blissful all the time; that is ridiculous and, well, boring. There are times when we need to be sad, or mad, or frustrated, or afraid, or guilty, or mournful. We can be all those things and hopeful at the same time.There are things that can try to blot out that hope, and sometimes they are successful. My own struggles with depression have taught me that.

It is in those times, when deep in the tomb hardly believing that a stone could be rolled away, that the Resurrection does the work of hope for us. It exists, echoing through time, crumbling that stone so light can eke through. The total triumph of our God over the dark spaces in our lives and hearts. We don't have to be the victors; Christ is the victor and hands that victory to us.

When that darkness makes us doubt we do not need to push it away. We have a savior who conquered it. When we question the good and beautiful in our lives, we have Jesus whispering, "but maybe so."

I see the green grass below
I feel the warmth of the spring
Is it beautiful (maybe not, maybe not)
But maybe so
But if it keeps us singing

So, for reflection on this (in Chicago it is beautiful!) Holy Saturday: 
What keeps you in the tomb?
When do you see the Resurrection coming though?
What "keeps [you] singing?"


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