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April 4, 2010 / Katie

Saturday on Easter Sunday

Most of us within the Christian tradition celebrate Easter in some way today—whether by taking our kids on Easter egg hunts or by attending worship services.

But while we celebrate the risen Lord, there is an aspect of Sunday that remains “not yet.” The oppressed are still in chains. The poor are still poor; in fact, in my country, they’re getting poorer as the rich get richer. Jesus came to turn the world’s heirarchy upside down; to do away with kyriarchy and bring justice to the lands.

That hasn’t happened yet.

This weekend, I’m still stuck in Saturday. I will celebrate with my church family this morning that Christ is Risen but for me it holds a ring of “not yet.” We celebrate how Christ is Risen, but is the world any different? Is the Kingdom of God with us today? In some ways yes; in most ways, no.

Slacktivist wrote a great post yesterday on the Saturday of Holy Week.

And to be honest, it doesn’t seem terribly likely, because Saturday, this Saturday, is all we’ve ever known. Yesterday was this same Saturday, and so was the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that.

Why should we expect that tomorrow will be any different?

Seriously, just look around. Does it look like the meek are inheriting the earth? Does it look like those who hunger and thirst for justice are being filled? Does it look like the merciful are being shown mercy?

Jesus was meek and merciful and hungry for justice and look where that got him. They killed him. We killed him. Power won.

That’s what this everyday Saturday shows us — power always wins. “If you want a picture of the future,” George Orwell wrote, “imagine a boot stomping on a human face — forever.”

“But in fact,” St. Paul says, the game changes on Sunday. Come Sunday power loses. Come Sunday, love wins, the meek shall inherit, the merciful will receive mercy and no one will ever go hungry for justice again. Come Sunday, everything changes.

If there ever is a Sunday.

And but so, this is why we hope for Sunday and why we live for the hope of Sunday. Even though we can’t know for sure that Sunday will ever come and even if Saturday is all we ever get to see.

Every year, we celebrate the Sunday. Not that it has arrived; but the hope that it will one day. Jesus paved the way for us to, in small ways, work on creating the kingdom—the kindom—of God within our families, our communities, our churches. But the world is till ugly, and sinful, and merciless, and oppressive, in so many ways. So we celebrate today that which is not yet, in the hope that someday it will be.



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  1. Lori / Apr 4 2010 3:26 pm

    That was beautiful. Thank you for linking to it.

    Tracey Lind spoke at the Easter service at a church I attended a few years ago, and preached on how Easter is God’s big no to the world and its systems of power and oppression and violence. It’s God telling the world that it doesn’t have the last word, and instead the last word is love. It certainly doesn’t look like love is having the last word most of the time, but I guess I’m kind of an Easter person and I do try to trust that, to add to MLK, the arc of the moral universe might be long, but it does indeed bend towards justice and love.

  2. renee / Apr 4 2010 9:46 pm

    … Indeed.

    thank you.

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