The evening draws onward...the hours diminish before we celebrate Our Lord's Resurrection from the dead. On the First Holy Saturday, His Mother knew He was going to rise from the grave and the Apostles would have known if they'd really grasped what He had told them repeatedly. But we have the grace to comprehend it, to grasp it, to hold it in the depths of our being as Truth.

We draw comfort and encouragement from the fact that His words always come to pass...Heaven and earth may pass away, but His words will not pass away. He is Risen, as He said He would be.

"And behold there was a great earthquake. For an angel of the Lord descended from Heaven, and coming, rolled back the stone, and sat upon it. And his countenance was as lightning, and his raiment as snow. And for fear of him, the guards were struck with terror, and became as dead men. And the angel answering, said to the women: Fear not you; for I know that you seek Jesus Who was crucified. He is not here, for He is risen, as He said."

~ Matthew 28:2-6

(In the wee hours of the morning, the holy women approach the tomb. Mary Magdalen weeps at not finding Him, and then He reveals Himself. Then she spends the latter part of her life in a cave in France, doing penance for her sins and growing in love and grace. This stained-glass window series is found in the Church of St. Mary Magdalen, Drogheda, Ireland).