I always find Holy Saturday an especially imposing day, spiritually. It's the thought of the empty Tabernacles all over the world. The absent Presence.
I'm feeling something similar as I contemplate the sede vacante. How different an empty chair is from other kinds of emptiness! A chair is meant to hold a person. And this is not just any chair, but a very paticular chair—a chair that represents a sacred office, and an unbroken line.
It's emptiness is awesome, in the truest sense of that word, which includes an element of "fear-inducing."
I'm glad it will be filled soon. I'm also grateful for the way its period of emptiness fills out our sense of its fullness of meaning.