Today is Easter Saturday it’s a day nestled between the sorrow of Good Friday and the joy of Easter Sunday. It’s a day traditionally marked by silence, waiting, and uncertainty, and a day that is often forgotten.
For the disciples, it was a time of despair. The one they followed, who healed the sick and challenged the status quo, was gone -killed by the empire. Their hopes seemed buried with Him. Many of them were hiding and scared…were they next?
Today, many of us find ourselves in a similar state of uncertainty. We see brown bodies being deported without due process. We hear the rumbling of the president and his crowd about deporting US citizens, or political dissenters the same and we wonder, are we next?
Across the United States, the “Hands Off” protests which I participated in and the “Day of Action” have mobilized millions to stand against policies perceived as threats to our democracy and our civil rights. From cuts to social services to challenges against marginalized communities, the nation grapples with profound questions about justice and equity. Vanity Fair
In the midst of this, I found solace in my garden.
Pulling weeds and planting seeds may seem insignificant against the backdrop of national unrest. But each seed represents hope—a belief in growth, renewal, and the possibility of change. It’s a quiet act of resistance, a commitment to nurturing life in all its forms.
I am currently reading The Color of Compromise: The Truth about the American Church’s Complicity in Racism, and as Jemar Tisby writes quoting political theory echoed by Lecrae:
“If the people determine that the laws of a commonwealth are contrary to their interests, then the consent they have given to political officials must necessarily be forfeited, and the power devolve into the hands of those that gave it, who may place it anew where they shall think best for their safety and security.”
This sentiment resonates deeply today. The collective actions of citizens across the country echo a desire to reclaim agency and advocate for a more just society.
Holy Saturday teaches us that waiting is not passive.
Holy Saturday teaches us that waiting is not passive. It’s an active, hopeful anticipation of transformation. As we plant seeds in our gardens and in our communities, we embody the belief that new life can emerge from the depths of despair.
So, on this Easter Saturday, let’s embrace the uncertainty. Let’s plant, protest, pray, and persist. Because even in the silence, hope takes root. And as resurrection people – WE KNOW SUNDAY IS COMING and resurrection awaits!
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