As I write this, it is Holy Saturday. The tomb is not yet empty. Easter is tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day of celebration of Jesus’ victory over death. Today there is quiet, waiting, and contemplating the mystery of the cross.
Station 14: Jesus Is Laid in the Tomb
What if Jesus couldn’t rise held in that tomb because he wanted to change the world the way he thought it should have worked.
Suppose he’d said to Papa-God, “I’ll do it this way or not at all” and made himself a tomb-space where he could live forever dead. What if he had rolled himself into despair inside that sepulcher… curled around his anger cold or hot, about a world so unredeemable it chose to kill him. Jesus, your courage! Even in the cold and darkness of a tomb you still could give your “yes” to God your “yes” to life your “yes” to resurrection. May I who choose to follow you do no less.
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