So Joseph took the body and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn in the rock. He then rolled a great stone to the door of the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were there, sitting opposite the tomb. (Matthew 27:59-61)
Lovingly, they’d wrapped his body. Now, there is nothing more to do, so they sit in the silence, the two Marys, staring at the stone that seals Jesus’ tomb, then at their feet, waiting for … nothing, for what good can come now? But still, unable to pull themselves away.
Their eyes blank, their hearts hollow, their minds lost in thought that is no thought, only the longing for what they cannot have—him, Jesus, his smile, the sound of his voice, his laugh, the way his eyes caught sunlight glistening on Galilee’s sea.
They want to feel the way they felt when he was with them. They want to know this, this … indescribable love flooding their hearts one more time, this love that made them more alive with joy and gratitude than ever before. They ache for the Love who filled and loved them beyond any expectation.
But now all they can do is stare at the gray stone that holds him in, its dead weight drawing their hearts into depths from which they might never rise.
Maybe, they just need to wait. Maybe time will heal their wounds. But does it ever?
No, time doesn’t heal. Love does, the Love they knew in themselves when they were with him.
But that is gone, so they wait … for nothing, staring at the dust into which his life is cast, not knowing there is another chapter in the story of what love does.
They do not yet know the Love in Jesus can pass through locked doors and enter closed hearts. They do not know that it has the power to penetrate their darkness with a light that is the glow of eternity.
They do not know that the One who is Love, the One who came to them, will come and engulf their hearts with a warmth sweeter than a spring day. They do not know tears will glisten in their eyes again, not in sadness but laughter, as they discover God is greater and better … and life more graced and beautiful … than they ever imagined.
So they sit and wait, not knowing Love will come. He always comes. He always will.
So we wait … in every darkness knowing, Love will come … for us.
We adore, O Christ, and we bless you.
By your holy cross you have redeemed the world.
Pr. David L. Miller