I’ve had my hummingbird feeders up for about 3 weeks. Long enough to have had to change the “nectar” several times, to keep it fresh- not because the birds were back. Our 30 mph winds did their share to empty the feeders, too. But no hummingbirds. Until yesterday! I looked out the livingroom window and there he was!
Later in the day when I was watering the flowerbeds that are just beginning to show signs of life I heard the familiar hum. The Russian olive tree is a favorite perch and sure enough there were birds darting in and out, back and forth to the feeder. Welcome home! I realized how much I’ve missed the little creatures – and how good it is for them to go away and come back again each year.
That’s what is so beautiful about Holy Saturday. We have this time of silence after Good Friday. There is a leftover tinge of sadness and loss but mostly it’s a time to wait. I think of all the people who wait: for test results, for healing after surgery, for loved ones to come home, for work to be finished, for food to arrive, for a safe time to travel, for a message from home, for a child to be born, for bread to rise, for seeds to sprout, for hummingbirds to appear…or for a tomb to be empty.
God waits with us this day. In our sadness, in our fear, in our longing, in our hope. God waits with us for the blessing of an Easter fire at dusk. We wait.