“Good Friday” is over and done. Jesus is dead and buried in the tomb. The women will observe Sabbath tomorrow and return to the tomb early Sunday morning to properly anoint the body with spices. Close friends are in mourning.
That was the scene 2000+ years ago. I symbolically walked some of those same steps today in remembrance. Tonight at Karis Church, my spirit was broken and crushed by the weight of my sin. The vile acts of gossip, envy, lust, pride, anger, dissension – these, and more, are my crimes; these evil, disgusting things I slop around in like a pig in mud.
We come broken and we come undone.
We come trying hard to love everyone.
But we come up short, in all that we do
Because we do, we come to you.
Jesus was perfect, the spotless Lamb. He wasn’t enduring a criminal’s death for his own sins. It was my sin that held him there, until it was accomplished. He paid the full penalty of my sins.
And yet, tonight as we took communion together – remembering his body crushed, beaten, bruised, and his life blood spilled out and used up – the call to embrace with joy – JOY! – the forgiveness of sin, the freedom of accepting grace. We don’t remember in loss and defeat. We remember in celebration. Jesus is no longer in the tomb. The women found it empty, no body to embalm. Weeping turned to rejoicing.
So tonight and tomorrow, remember his death, but do so with hope and joy for the tomb is now empty.
He is not here, he is risen!