There was a man by the name of Joseph, a member of the Jewish High Council, a man of good heart and good character. He had not gone along with the plans and actions of the council. His hometown was the Jewish village of Arimathea. He lived in alert expectation of the kingdom of God. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Taking him down, he wrapped him in a linen shroud and placed him in a tomb chiseled into the rock, a tomb never yet used. It was the day before Sabbath, the Sabbath just about to begin (Luke 23:50-54, The Message).
On Saturday, the Sabbath, Jesus’ body rested in the tomb. The Sabbath was created by God as a day for humanity to rest and reflect on God’s goodness and blessings. Today the church rests in the story of Jesus’ passion.
Waiting for the new creation, the eighth day to dawn. The stone will be rolled away and the world will never be the same.
Lord Jesus, I wait with you today.