Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away.
This was not what they had bargained for. The One who promised them life was dead. The One who spoke of saving others could not even save Himself. How was He going to prepare those heavenly mansions He had promised when His body lay in a cold damp tomb? Was the burial place the destination He meant when He said, “I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”? The grave was one location they would not need His help to find. Jesus was silent, in the grave.
The early days with Jesus were full of promise. “Follow me” was enough for them to drop their nets, shut down their shops, and traverse the countryside with a man they hardly knew. His call was gripping, and watching Him at work—witnessing the healings and hearing His teachings—filled their hearts with a sense of awe and wonder. When there were questions, every day brought more proof that He was for real. Until now. Jesus was silent, in the grave.
Why would a man who claimed to be God’s Son remain silent before human authorities? How could one who resisted the temptations of Satan submit to the torment of soldiers? How could a man speak with such power and now refuse to register a defense? Why would a man who walked on water march to His death without a fight? How could a man who raised the dead…die? Confusion filled their hearts. Jesus was silent, in the grave.
Lord Jesus, turn my heart to You in my silent time of questions and doubts. In Your name. Amen.
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