Waiting – Holy Week, Day 7
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain…*
The followers of Jesus watched as Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus made haste to bury Jesus before the setting sun marked the beginning of the Sabbath. The previous hours blurred with incessant activity—three Jewish trials, three Roman trials, no rest, no sustenance. Driven by increasing emotional furor, Jesus’ accusers allowed no relief from their crazed ferocity to see him executed. The riot escalated until Pilate, Governor of Judea, acquiesced to their demands. His Roman soldiers crucified Jesus, King of the Jews.
There in the ground His body lay… Now he was buried without ceremony.
It was Sabbath. So they waited…waited for the opportunity to properly care for the dead.
Light of the world by darkness slain…
They had heard him say, “I am the light of the world.” He certainly brought light, and love, and truth, and hope everywhere he went. How could such powerful light fall victim to the dark powers of evil? Yet, they remembered his promises for a future.
So they waited. They observed Sabbath. They remembered.
And they waited.