The stone’s been rolled over the tomb
Spices weighed out
Crushed with oil to make ointments
Silently bottled and stoppered
Hearts lightened as hands found work
The disciples wait, numb, heavy hearted
Fearing the knock on the door
Wanting to pick up the pieces
but they didn’t fit together at all
Memories lashed tearing strips of their souls
And thorns of shame accused them
Autumn had withered their fig leaves
leaving them unable to meet each other’s gaze.
A day of rest
The word mocked them
I’ll give you rest’
But He was laid in a tomb
There was no hand to lighten their pain
As I tried to think about what the disciples and the women followers of Jesus did on that night when Jesus was laid in the tomb, and the long Sabbath day they had to wait through, I became overwhelmed by heaviness and the pain of all who stood at dead-ends.
Jobs lost, relationships ended, loved ones laid in the grave… the blank wall and formless future meets their gaze. Bewildered, wondering why it was happening to them. How could there be a full stop, a shut door, when this is not how they had seen the road ahead?
Thankfully we stand on the other side of the Resurrection. Jesus is no longer in the tomb. But He is risen and sitting at the right hand of God the Father, with all power, all authority to fulfil every promise that God has ever made. He is the Word made Flesh.
So consider this promise that God made in Isaiah:
For Jehovah shall comfort Zion;
He will comfort all her waste places;
and He will make her wilderness like Eden,
and her desert like the garden of Jehovah.
Joy and gladness shall be found in it,
thanksgiving and the voice of melody.
Isa 51:3 MKJV
Why are you cast down O my soul?
Why do you crouch in fear?
Why are you crushed by worry?
Hope thou in God.
When you cannot feel the ground beneath your feet,
And the waters swirl and tug at you,
He holds your head above the waters so you are not overwhelmed.
Why do you lie in the dust O my soul?
You are not abandoned!
You are not cut off!
Listen to the whisper of the Lover of your soul,
‘Arise my love, arise
The winter is past.’
Autumn fig leaves have turned to mulch.
In dark unseen places,
His unquenchable incorruptible life is stirring.
Hope thou in God
For He is the light of your countenance
And the sunshine of His love
Causes you to live again