Friday, May 4, 2012

A Meditation on the Cross and the Tomb


The man worked with almost casual efficiency.  He might as well have been hanging a picture on his living room wall.   But the nail he was hammering wasn’t going into the wall. It was going into the hands of Jesus of Nazareth.  Infact it was a rare case that the solider even knew the name of the criminal; he’d lost count of the times he had done this.


They had found someone to carry his cross for him, but that wasn’t kindness, it was simply the quickest way to get the job done.  With all the controversy, the sooner it could all be over the better. As the nails went in, the soldier seemed oblivious to the scene around him or the pain of the crucified; all he cared about was doing a professional job and then onto the next assignment.


A few hours later - a great contrast.  Two men had suddenly realized that Jesus had died, much quicker than expected, and shortly he would be pulled down from the cross and tossed into a mass grave.  This could not be allowed to happen.  They quickly looked around to see who was going to intervene.  There was John, but he was busy caring for Mary, as instructed.   Most of the crowd had dispersed, their appetite for violence sated.  A handful of women remained – the ten remaining disciples were nowhere.


Joseph felt sick.  Nicodemus was shaking.  The time had come for them to act – but now was not the time though?  They were confused, angry, fearful and emotional.  They had no idea how to get Jesus’ body down from the cross, even if they were allowed to.  Bravely they went straight to the highest authority they could think of – Pilate.


Not bothered about their social status, they simply bowed and begged.  Amazingly he agreed to their request.  They ran back to the cross quickly to ensure the soldiers hadn’t already got on with the final phase of their job. 


Removing the body was no easy task.  Just touching a dead body made them unclean, and the special Sabbath was coming up.  They didn’t care.  Getting the body down with dignity and tenderness was all that mattered. And so it took them far longer than the soldiers would have done.

But what next? They had not thought that far ahead.  He would have to be buried quickly as per Jewish custom.  Joseph had a tomb that he had ready for his own burial and there, unhesitatingly, was the solution.  But the body needed to be prepared for burial.  They had never done anything like this in their lives, but they would attempt it for their Master.   All fingers and thumbs they clumsily applied the spices and wrapped the body as best they could.  The watching women silently noted their amateurism and came back on that third day in the hope of being able to do a proper job.


But it wasn’t required.  Jesus had arisen and folded the grave clothes far more neatly and expertly than he had been wrapped.   Despite their fears and inadequacies, the two men had been used greatly by God to protect the body and set the scene for the coming resurrection.


This imagining of part of the Easter story can practically instruct us.   Frequently, there are jobs and responsibilities in our churches – some are mundane but all are necessary.  We might look around for someone else to volunteer, someone who is perhaps better qualified for the task.

But the reality is that amongst small numbers there often isn’t someone else, or that someone else already has his or her hands full. Does this mean then that the work doesn’t get done?  Sadly, often the answer is yes.  It’s said that if you don’t do the Lord’s work, then he will find someone else to do it.  That might be true in certain circumstances, but it’s a risky excuse for sitting on our hands! Is there something you can do for Him that’s “outside your box”?


Also, when we see others attempting to do just that, maybe in an inexpert way, are we wise and gracious enough to support rather than criticize, and perhaps lend a helping hand or guiding word ourselves?

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