Now there was a man named Joseph, a member of the Council, a good and upright man, who had not consented to their decision and action. He came from the Judean town of Arimathea, and he himself was waiting for the kingdom of God. Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body. Then he took it down, wrapped it in linen cloth and placed it in a tomb cut in the rock, one in which no one had yet been laid. It was Preparation Day, and the Sabbath was about to begin.
The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. But they rested on the Sabbath in obedience to the commandment. Luke 23:50-56 NIV
And so we come back to the beginning, with Jesus in the wilderness, where He experienced solitude, silence and stillness. For the tomb is filled with these.
And yet …
Oh death! Do you think you have a victory?
Because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead,
nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
Psalm 16:10 NIV
So, let us not move too quickly from Good Friday to Easter Sunday.
Let us wait – in stillness and silence – beside the tomb.
For here is where God meets us – right where we are.
God is in our loss. God is in our fear. God is in our pain.
God was in control when all seemed lost.
God is in control when all seems lost for you, too.
Sunday is coming. Wait for it …