Today is Holy Saturday.
In the Christian tradition, Holy Saturday is the day after Good Friday, when God in the person of Jesus was crucified. It is the day before Easter Sunday, when we believe that Christ was resurrected.
It was a day when all hope was lost; when the alternative reality that people had a glimpse of was ripped from their grasp. It was a day when people saw each other for who they were. When Judas recognized his erroneous ways. When Peter came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t as committed to his Lord as he had said.
It was a day when the mother of Jesus mourned the loss of her son. There was no consolation. There was no move to hope. There was only lament and grief and wails. There was darkness. There was no light.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe that this election was about God or a reflection on who God is and what God loves. However I do believe that the feelings for many in this country, especially people of color, for those who are Muslim and of other religions, and for those who are LGBTQ are very close to Holy Saturday grief.
I’m not hopeful today. I’m not open today. I’m not able to see light on the other side.
Today, just for today, I am grieved. I am despairing.