Why are we in such a rush to get to Easter Sunday? In our efforts to make Easter celebrations the most extravagant Sunday of the year, when church attendance is expected to be beyond the norm, we forget — if not outright ignore — Holy Saturday. And yet, for the vast majority of the world’s disenfranchised, the marginalized occupy the space of Holy Saturday, the day after Friday’s crucifixion, and the not yet Easter Sunday of resurrection. This is a space where some faint anticipation of Sunday’s Good News is easily drown-out by the reality and consequences of Friday’s violence and brutality. It is a space where hopelessness becomes the companion of used and abused people. The virtue and/or audacity of hope become a class privilege experienced by those protected from the realities of Friday or the opium used by the poor to numb that same reality until Sunday rolls around. Regardless of the optimism professed, the dispossessed, their children, and their children’s children will more than likely continue to live in an ever-expanding poverty caused to benefit the privileged few. Sunday seems so far away.