Silent Saturday reveals not a triumphant, dominator God, but a God most fully known as an abandoned, brutalized, brown man lying naked on a cold slab. Today exposes God at his worst, or maybe at her best.

I don’t hate Easter. I just hate this Easter. Maybe it’s because I’m away from my family or that church just hasn’t been the same since the pandemic, or that the same old demons are haunting my heart. But when I stop to think about it, Easter has never been my favorite high holy day.