Two thousand years ago, Lord Jesus, You lie in a tomb – dead.
What sorrow Your disciples must have felt.
- Was Peter remorseful, guilt ridden, full of shame for denying You three times?
- What of Your beloved young John? Did overwhelming sorrow fill his reflective heart?
- Was Thomas regretful for choosing to walk away from his home in Galilee to follow You all the way to this end?
- What of the women who accompanied You Lord Jesus?
I wondered…Women, while sitting quietly on the Sabbath, reliving the memories of the horror of the day before. In their stillness, thinking ahead into the coming hours, and of what they would do. Physically unable to move for the traditions, but mentally preparing to spring forward at the break of first light.
As does of the dawn, swiftly gathering spices, stealth like, sure footed with slightness of sound making their way through the early morning streets of Jerusalem to Your tomb. Arriving to find the stone rolled back. Shocked, whispering between themselves, “The Romans must have taken or moved Him?” Knowing no Jew would have broken the Law to work during Sabbath. Mary asking what the others thought, “Where have they laid the Lord?”
Now, two-thousand years later, no Law restricts our movement, nor darkness hinders the way. Is the same question asked in the swiftness of this day?
“Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” John 20:15 (ESV)
Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. Having the benefit of knowing the disciples and women would soon be lifted from sorrow to elated disbelief and shocking joy, I ask myself these same questions.
“Woman…Whom are you seeking?” John 20:15 (ESV)
In quietness of spirit, through the activities of this day, listening to hear His voice speaking.