(photo Kelly Burke)
No electric power tools or chainsaws for Felipé today. Trying to keep it all, simple. It is a day of concentrating on the dark facts. And most of the dark facts I can only face tangentially. Right now I am looking at the aftermath of the day, the late afternoon.
Here is Mark 15: 40-47 from The Message:
There were women watching from a distance, among them Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of the younger James and Joses, and Salome. When Jesus was in Galilee, these women followed and served him, and had come up with him to Jerusalem.
Late in the afternoon, since it was the Day of Preparation (that is Sabbath eve), Joseph of Arimathea, a highly respected member of the Jewish Council, came. He was one who lived expectantly, on the lookout for the kingdom of God. Working up his courage, he went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. Pilate questioned whether he could be dead so soon, and called for the captain to verify that he was really dead. Assured by the captain, he gave Joseph the corpse.
Having already purchased a linen shroud, Joseph took him down, wrapped him in the shroud, placed him in the tomb that had been cut into the rock, and rolled a large stone across the opening. Mary Magdalene and Mary, mother of Joses, watched the burial.
There’s a big glass of sadness but I love the ever faithful women. I love this Joseph living expectantly and working up courage. This is what it looked like late that day.
saddest loves, Felipé.
Yes indeed, a dark day. Glad we know the rest of the story.
Easter blessings, Joy
Hi Joy ~ Yes, right, knowing the whole story is the trick. So glad it is Saturday though. I’m way better on Saturday. Ah, the sun is coming out here! Miss seeing you, Felipé.x
Just “came from” a profound YouTube Good Friday service broadcast from my parish, St. Joseph’s in Seattle. It was comforting to hear the familiar reading of the Passion and the songs particular to this day; very solemn and moving. Then the deacon, Steve, gave the homily and shared how he is currently undergoing radiation treatments for cancer–every day, and twice on Fridays. He is offering up his suffering and scare for people with coronavirus. I cried. Then, my new neighbor across the street, from California, who has a very sick baby, left a note for me: “I am your new neighbor. Here is my phone number, if you need anything at the grocery or pharmacy, I will go for you.” Dark day indeed; yet, grace abounds.
Henriette ~ way to be connected. So great a story about Deacon Steve, bless him. And great new neighbor! So glad for these instances of grace. Later, Felipé.x