The earth Shook.
The rocks Split.
Sleeping Saints woke up in their tombs.
Truly, this was the Son of God.
Matthew 27:63 That impostor said, while He was Still alive, 'After 3 days I will rise.'
Rise is in the Present Tense. Always present.
So, Shroud the body.
Set a great Stone before the door of the new tomb.
Secure the tomb
Seal the Stone
Set a Guard
So the disciples don't Steal Him away.
How does a Pharisee Control the Power of God?
Stop the Sepulchre
Sitting at a distance:
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary
and the mother of the sons of Zebedee.
What went through the mind of the Mother of the Sons of Zebedee as she watched her lifeless LORD be buried, and as she now waited for The Third Day. Maybe: How foolish I must have seemed to ask for greatness for my beloved sons? This Man is truly the Son of God. I wanted so much for my sons to "be" somebody of worth in the Kingdom. Do I want something more for them than the Love of My Christ Who just died for me? Love trumps all missives. He will rise. I Will Rise. One Day, sempiternal Forever. This Day, eternal in this Moment. I Will Rise again from my depression and doom, from my flesh and flailing. I will rise because He rose from the dead on The Third Day.
Man's plots to stop God sound so silly here, Secure the tomb as best you can...yet, we're not that different. We do so much in our own strength. I even wonder how many times we work against God in our own manipulations and orchestrations.
ReplyDeleteThe curtain rent from top to bottom...the earth shudders, dead men walk...Joseph's touching care of Jesus' body...the Marys witnessing...the centurion's proclamation..."Truly this was the Son of God"...
The Story is our own. Father God sits us down and says, "Let me tell you how you became Mine..." And we sit at His Feet again this day to hear "I love you."
61 "Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were there, sitting opposite the tomb."
ReplyDeleteI'll bet they hadn't eaten in a while.
I'll bet they had His blood on them.
I'll bet they couldn't hardly think past the fact that the One who had pierced their darkness with His eye-blinding LIGHT, lay limp and lifeless in the darkness of the tomb.
I think I would have been so numb after seeing the horror of His death.
Numb and in shock.
They sat there at the tomb. They just sat there. They couldn't leave Him.
They didn't care about the "guarding" of the tomb. They wanted to be close to Him.
They didn't care about the danger of being known as a follower of this man they knew as "Healer." They only knew that their Rabboni was behind that stone...and they could not bear leaving Him alone.
I've watched a mother have to bury an only son. Killed instantly in an accident. Taken without warning. The world stops. A mother's heart breaks completely into. And to leave that son...alone...no greater pain...no greater pain.
I think a tiny seed of HOPE was in their hearts. Probably beyond their comprehension. But God had spoken of a three-day mystery and they had heard His Words. Cloaked words beyond understanding...but spoken by Him and He is TRUTH.
So God had them there for the great rising of His Son. The birth of Grace. The dawn of deliverance.
Death stings hard right now for them. But they waited in HOPE. Grieved in LOVE. Believed by FAITH.