The sun set on Friday, Sabbath began, and then the world
fell still. Twenty-four hours of
rest.
Jesus lays in his tomb, and his family and friends grieve
from afar. The week’s worship day has become their worst nightmare. They spend
the Sabbath waiting for it to be over. They are waiting for the sun to set and
rise again, so they might get to work.
By the light of Sunday’s sunrise, they will set out for the
tomb, anoint his body with oil and spices, and leave it forever in its final
resting place.
But for now, they wait.
There’s nothing to be said. There’s nothing to be done.
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On the first Saturday of his ministry, Jesus got up before
sunrise, went out alone to a deserted place, and prayed. Everyone was looking
for him and no one knew where he was.
What is he doing on this Saturday?
He is lying alone in stillness of his tomb, in the most
deserted place of all. Again people are longing for him, but this time they
know where he is and cannot reach him.
Is he praying, even in death?
For now, we can only imagine.
Text for the day:
None. The Word is
silent today.
Things to think
about:
What could Jesus be doing while his body lies in the grave?
Things to do:
Grieve for those who try to kill love and life.
Jesus,
help me adore you.
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