One little story comes to mind.
That Holy Saturday held an empty and hollow ambience. Earlier in the morning a friend and I found the large bare cross which had been posted in prominence near the entrance to the hospice, the place most often shown in the news. Those who brought it had left it there on the ground. Too heavy to prop up easily, they dug a discrete post hole for it. It was early morning and few were up and around and the mood was especially somber.
As we searched for the post hole, the cops approached us, scolded us and warned us, no cross could be put there. The hole had been filled. They said the only way we could display the cross would be like any other sign, held in place by hand.
So we did. As others saw that big bare cross propped up, they came to help. Soon people were vying for turns to keep the cross propped up and that is how it stayed that Holy Saturday.
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