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Over the past few weeks, I feel as though we have been living what one theologian calls “the Saturdays of our lives.”  The Saturdays of our lives represent those desperate places in life between the crucifixion of Good Friday and the resurrection of Sunday.  They represent the stench of death we have experienced and felt over the past few weeks.  They represent the wilderness of despair.  They represent those places in life where what is crystal clear is the suffering and the pain and the agony and the chaos, and where Sunday, the resurrection and the promise of new life, seems like a fantasy or fairytale that is certainly nowhere in sight.  Living in the Saturdays of our lives is a difficult place to live.  And, that desperate place of despair – that is the context for our reading from Isaiah on this day.  It was the 8th century BCE and the people were in a dark place.  The Assyrians had swept in.  They had captured the Israelites and forced them to scatter throughout the empire.  It was, in essence, yet ano