Easter Weekend

 A Long Weekend of Extremes

 

I like to think of this weekend as a long weekend, a loooooooong weekend that begins on Thursday and begins again on Sunday. On Thursday, as we signified in our Maundy Thursday service, Jesus sat at the table with his disciples for a last meal. It’s called “Maundy” Thursday because, in John’s gospel, Jesus got up from the table and washed the disciples’ feet, giving them the command (mandate) to love each other in the same way. 

 

Then, there’s “Good Friday,” which seems like such a misnomer, since there is nothing “good” about any of the human actions that happen on that day. A friend betrays; religious leaders persecute; disciples flee; political leaders waffle; soldiers torture; crowds jeer. If one ever wants to glimpse the worst of human nature, Friday is the place to look. And yet, with deliberate irony, the church began to see God’s ability to bring good out of evil at work, even on this day, within acts of violence and perfidy. 

 

The longest day of this long weekend might be Saturday. On Saturday, nothing happens. At least in the gospel stories, on Saturday everyone rested and abstained from doing work of any sort. The women disciples prepared their spices and ointments on Friday, so they could observe the day of rest on Saturday, before approaching the tomb to anoint a dead body just as soon as the sun arose on Sunday. The men disciples … well, we don’t know what they rested from on Saturday because they had not been performing very admirably on Friday and did not seem to have a plan for doing anything noteworthy on Sunday. I imagine Jesus’ opponents spent the day feeling victorious, while his followers spent the day in the depths of despair. But we can only conjecture, because the biblical accounts themselves are silent about Saturday. More about that below. 

 

Then came Sunday. Sunday starts with the women, going to find and anoint a corpse. What they find is a stone that had been removed and an empty tomb. Then, according to different stories, various individuals and groups began to encounter the risen Christ and so the joy of Easter hope begins. Death has been so many things to so many people – the shadow into which we must all journey ultimately; the inevitability that raises the question of whether life itself has meaning; the threat by which tyranny has always found its power. And now, the power of death is broken, and it is not just a story that affects Jesus. As the Apostle Paul puts it, “Therefore we have been buried with him by baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life” (Romans 6:4). For the early believers, our participation in resurrection begins in our baptism, not after our death. And that assurance is what empowered the church to face the threat of the sword and keep its profession that Jesus, not Caesar, not popularity, not even one’s own wants or needs, but Jesus is Lord. Sunday alone is a mouthful of a day. 

 

So, I hope you are experiencing the longest weekend right now. It is a time when we face our own duplicities and fear. It is a time for asking who we are willing to scapegoat in order to secure our own safety. It’s not all colorful and delicious – certainly not all fun. But it is all intentional, focused, ever moving toward the good news of the resurrection. 

 

So, let’s circle back to Saturday for a moment. In the gospels, nothing happens on Saturday because it is the Jewish Sabbath, and all of the disciples were faithful Jews. The early Christian tradition wondered what was happening with Jesus on Saturday, and they developed a tradition that, on Saturday, Jesus descended into hell and set the captives free. It was called “the Harrowing of Hell.” While I think the rationale for this tradition is sketchy, I love the intent. As the disciples weep, as the killers gloat, as the sinners bask in self-righteousness, Jesus is entering into the depths of hell itself and liberating captives. I think we should all embrace the Saturday of this long weekend as “Liberation Saturday,” a time to offer hope to the hopeless, food to the hungry, care to the injured, welcome to the marginalized, and freedom for the prisoners. 

 

It is a long weekend indeed, from Thursday to Sunday, from tears to joy, from brokenness to new life. Come, let’s celebrate it together.

 

Mark of St. Mark