By Garrett FitzGerald
Originally posted on Holy Saturday, 2012
A
few years ago, I was privileged to join several of my colleagues from
the Harvard Divinity School on a human rights fact-finding trip to
Honduras. The country had been shaken some six months before by a coup
d'état, and the situation, for many, remained desperate.
The
stories we heard during our time in Honduras haunt me still. Stories of
murder committed with impunity, of systematic rape used as a weapon to
silence a resistance movement comprised mostly of women, of the
targeting of the nation's prominent LGBTQ leaders for assassination, of
hands shattered by police batons to ease the process of identifying
protestors, of property destroyed by arson to make way for foreign
developers, of a world seemingly beyond the reach and the hope of
justice.
But
despite the black despair with which one might expect to meet such
conditions, hope - hope for a better world, hope for true peace, hope
for justice - remained.
As Holy Week draws to a close, I can imagine no greater analog to the
pain and the hope shown us in Honduras - and felt so keenly by all
those who labor for justice in this world - than the shock, the aching,
gnawing despair, that must have marked the Saturday after Jesus' death for his
earliest followers.
Our
own Holy Weeks end with the sure promise of Easter Sunday, the glorious
fulfillment of a promise made to a broken world. We know that the altar
will not have to remain bare for long. We know that the story does not
end with the sealed tomb, and that death does not have the final word.
But
on that Saturday, the friends, family, and early followers of Jesus had
no such assurances. Everything they had believed, everything they had
worked for, everything they had risked their very lives to achieve must
have seemed in that moment, on that endless, agonizing Saturday, to hang
in the balance. And in a world still so full of suffering, it can be
so, so difficult not to give in to that same sense of loss and despair.
Time
contracts, time expands. Easter Sunday will come and go, but Good
Friday has not yet ended. The cross remains occupied, even as we
continue to sit with the anguish and uncertainty of our own interminable
Holy Saturday. The scandal of Christ crucified everywhere persists in
the pain and suffering of our sisters and brothers the world over, and
we stand mute witness to the crucifixion of our planet itself, victim to
our greed and indifference. The presence is the promise, but what if
the presence cannot bear the wounds of this world after all? The light,
we fear, is leaving us.
But
in the darkest depths of our own Saturday moment, we find still shining
the pinprick of hope, our own longing for the fulfillment of a promise
whose name we dare not even breathe, for fear that its own audacious
weight might snuff it out forever.
Carmen Manuela del Cid, a feminist theologian and community
organizer from Honduras' industrial capital of San Pedro Sula, confided to our
group during a visit that is was this promise, the promise of a world redeemed in God's own time, that
sustained her. The government is armed with guns,
with batons, with the weapons and tools of repression and fear. "But we," she told us, "are armed with Utopia."
The
dream of a world made anew, of the advent of the Kingdom of God, of a
promise fulfilled,
sustains us and provides us the anvil against which we continue to
hammer the injustices of the present. For us, for now, true justice,
true peace, and the true promise of Easter Sunday remain a horizon
deferred. But the power of the promise remains.
For
all those who labor for justice in this world, God bless you, keep you,
and sustain you through the darkness of your Saturday moments.




Rev. Darcy Baxter currently serves a Unitarian Universalist congregation in Hayward, CA, directing their family ministries program. A long-time reproductive justice activist, she is currently a member of the Center for American Progress' Faith and Reproductive Justice Leadership Institute and a Regional Organizer for the California Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice. To learn more, visit 
Becky Garrison is a panelist for The Washington Post's On Faith column and contributes to a range of outlets including The Guardian, The Revealer, American Atheist magazine and Religion Dispatches. Her books include Roger Williams' Little Book of Virtues (forthcoming) and Red and Blue God, Black and Blue Church, and Ancient Future Disciples: Meeting Jesus in Mission-Shaped Ministries.-1.jpg)
