Written on April 19, 2014
This is the day that lies between the cross and the resurrection. The tomb is silent. No one yet can visit the battered body to prepare it properly, because it is the Sabbath; no work allowed. Jesus’ body lies cold, silent, and alone.
Can you imagine? Jesus had never been alone. Never. From the beginning he was the Word, and he was with God. An intrinsic part of the Trinity, of the Three that is One. Forever. Until that awful moment on the cross. “Father,” he cried, “why have you forsaken me?” And he was alone.
Although I often choose to be alone, I despise feeling lonely. It is like death.
But because Jesus suffered, dying a real death not only a symbolic one, I can run to a Living Savior who knows my pain. And when I do, I am truly never alone. I am a Holy Temple filled to overfull with the presence of a Holy God.
Because of Jesus. Hope will come, is already here, and will come again.
Yes, yes, and yes!