Holy Saturday touches my imagination because its the time that — in some strains of Christian theology — the dead Christ visits and ransoms from hell the holy dead. To my Universalist mind, it must have seemed more like a cosmic jailbreak (though I’m not one to put divine actions in a linear timeline.)
Something about the force of this liberation put me in mind of the medieval Name of the Rood, which I now read each Holy Saturday. You’re welcome to follow along old blog posts about it.
And now it is Easter morning, and Christ is risen. All is being made new.
Easter blessings to you and your family.