Such an amazing painting by Giotto. The angels encircle the body of Jesus. Some cover their ears. Others cover their eyes. Their grief is palpable. His friends have taken him off the cross. They gaze upon his body. Has this really happened? Is this real? How could the world do this to him. Everyone looks frozen. Grief does that to us, of course, it stops us in our tracks and turns out heart into the rock of Gibraltar. It is Saturday. The day in between death and life. A waiting time. Liminal time. What was is over and what will be has not been revealed. Oh, how faith is needed on a Saturday.