HE IS RISEN! Alleluia Alleluia!
A blessed and happy Easter to you all. Thanks for coming along for this Lenten journey. I hope it helped you enter into the season and allows you to experience even more fully the joy of the Resurrection.
This marks the end of my daily Passion meditations. I will continue to post some of my writing to my blog (www.thevicarsview.com) but it won’t be daily. That’d be a bit much for everyone I think 🙂
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Joy and Peace be with you all.
Noah Van Niel+
Image: “The Resurrection” by Michelangelo.
On the sabbath they rested according to the commandment.
God’s Word still holds sway. The commandments have not been altered. They remain faithful and devoted even though their world has been shattered. Exhale. Rest. This is a day of nothingness; a day of melancholic peace after so much turmoil. The past hours have left their lives in tatters, but they cannot begin to stitch it back together, not yet. They are suspended in a void. The darkness, the emptiness weighs upon them. The stillness, the shock, there is nothing else today. Nothing to do. Nothing to hope for. Nothing to come. He is dead. He is dead and gone. There is no hope, no joy, nothing. The rest of their lives must wait to begin until the next sundown. What the future holds is yet to be determined. They must soak in their abject loss and grief. There is no movement to be seen. Time itself seems to stand still. What new thing is about to break forth from the quiet? They have no idea. They sit, and rest, knowing nothing of what is to come. Everything is about to change, but you have to wait for it. We are left in a void. We are left at holy rest. Take a deep breath. Get ready to sing.
55The women who had come with him from Galilee followed, and they saw the tomb and how his body was laid. 56Then they returned, and prepared spices and ointments.
Follow me. The call has no expiration. It echoes beyond the voice of the one who issued it. There is no shaking these women; models of faith and devotion, all the way from Galilee to the end. Unafraid to obey Jesus, and follow, even though it must have been far easier to slip away. How heartbreaking to gaze upon this cold, pale body that once radiated such vibrant life that he drew all things to himself. Their love finds exercise in caring even for his corpse, for all that is left. They are the witnesses to the final resting place, not just the location but precisely the way in which he was laid. Details that the next day would prove vital, but now were just away for them to linger after their Lord, to delay leaving his side. May we prove to be as faithful. They depart only to prepare for their return; with spices to perfume the air, ointments to make his skin shine as if he were not dead but alive, as he soon shall be.
Image: “The Lamentation over the Dead Christ” by 15th century Italian painter, Andrea Mantegna.