Glory in Our Children

Today is Holy Saturday and Passover has commenced.

For Christians, this is the day between Good Friday, when the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth is remembered, and Easter Sunday, the day on which the resurrection of Jesus Christ is celebrated.  Today is also Passover when Jews remember their liberation from slavery in ancient Egypt.

On this Saturday, I spent part of the day participating in a South Bend March for Peace. African American leaders of our community, including pastors, community activists, mentors, and Mamas Against Violence spoke eloquently calling for an end to gun violence on our streets. Holy Saturday is very much an “already not yet” sort of day.  On the one hand, it is because of the resurrection of Jesus Christ that Christians believe that Love is ultimately victorious. On the other hand, there is still the cross indicting humanity for what we do when confronted with unconditional Love.  Mothers are still burying their children due to gun violence.

Today, nearly 50 years since April 4, 1968, when Dr. Martin Luther King. Jr. was assassinated, I am keenly aware of the speech Dr. King gave just hours before his death.  In it, he said that God had allowed him to go up to the mountain. He looked over and had seen the Promised Land. Dr. King continued: “I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land. And so I’m happy tonight; I’m not worried about anything; I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.”

Today, on a Saturday in a park in South Bend, listening to a mother whose child had been struck down by gun violence explain why she has been laboring for 15 years to cause the change necessary to prevent another mother’s child from dying by gun violence, the feeling of the “already not yet” surrounded me. The child’s mother spoke, not fearing any man, and called all of us to keep up the struggle for peace. Clearly, she calls us to be united and to love. With her eyes brimming with grief and anger at this Nation’s sickeningly slow response, she at the same time offers to each of us a rallying call to hope.

Today at South Bend’s March for Peace this day is indeed holy. Tomorrow, may the Easter dawn bring with it Peace. Let us with Moses and Dr. King go up to the mountain, and looking over, see the glory of the One who is Love. This time, though, may we find it in our children of all colors and creeds. May we be united and make each day a march toward peace.

Happy Easter and Blessings on this Passover,


March 31, 2018