…“the world’s disenfranchised, they occupy the space of Holy Saturday – the day after Good Friday’s crucifixion and the not yet Easter Sunday of resurrection. This is a space where the faint anticipation of Sunday’s good news is easily drowned out by the reality and consequences of Friday’s violence and brutality. It is a space where hopelessness becomes a companion of those who are used and abused.”
~Miguel A. De La Torre, Embracing Hopelessness, page 4.
As we enter into Holy Week next week, we get to relive the most sacred story in our tradition. On Palm Sunday, we celebrate the hope of the people when Jesus entered into Jerusalem. On Maundy Thursday, we remember that Jesus taught us to love one another. On Good Friday, we glorify the faith of Jesus to die on the cross at the hands of the Empire. On Holy Saturday, we honor the space in-between death and resurrection. On Easter Sunday, we rejoice in the promise of resurrection.
Year after year, this story is so relatable.
Palm Sunday feels relatable… with good news on the pandemic front, hope is entering our lives again. Maundy Thursday feels relatable… in our political climate, we need to be reminded that Jesus calls us to love one another. Good Friday feels relatable…. we’ve become more aware this past year of the systems of empire that kill our siblings on the margins of society. Holy Saturday perhaps feels most relatable.
We live in Holy Saturday … When violence against Asian Americans is on the rise … When suicides amongst LGBTQ folks have spiked … When there is still no justice for the black men and women murdered in our country … When hundreds of refugees die at our border every single year… When mass shootings are still a reality in our own Colorado community …
We live in Holy Saturday, every day.
Easter, however, does not feel relatable.
Maybe we skip Easter this year. Maybe we need to spend more with the realities of our world. Maybe we don’t rush into hope, but acknowledge the hopelessness so many face. Maybe we take time to consider what we can do to change the pain. Maybe we commit to suffering like Jesus in solidarity with the oppressed. We live in Holy Saturday. That is a reality that is worth honoring.