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The Significance of Jesus’ BurialBy Robb BrunanskyPublished April 14, 2025As we read the biblical narrative of all the e...
03/04/2026

The Significance of Jesus’ Burial
By Robb Brunansky
Published April 14, 2025

As we read the biblical narrative of all the events of Good Friday, it’s eye-opening to think about how much happened in just one day.

The number of events that transpired is really shocking, even to 21st century readers who are used to everything happening in an instant:

A betrayal, an arrest, multiple trials, mob rule, the release of Barabbas; the scourging of Jesus and the presentation of Him having been scourged;
the journey to Golgotha, crucifixion, three hours of darkness, and death of Christ;
the breaking of the other two men’s legs, the piercing of Jesus’ side, the removal of Jesus’ body from the cross;
Joseph coming to ask for the body, receiving it, preparing it for burial, and then the burial of Jesus.
With all that happened, Good Friday ends at a tomb. Our Lord’s body was taken down from the cross, wrapped in a linen cloth with a hundred pounds of spices to mitigate the stench over time, and placed in a new family tomb cut out of rock, sealed with a stone, with a garrison of soldiers to guard it.

Of all the significant events that took place on Good Friday, Jesus’ burial is perhaps the most overlooked today. We rightly emphasize Christ’s cross, the very place and center of our redemption; and we celebrate His resurrection where He overcame death. The event in the middle, though – Jesus’ burial – we often don’t consider.

Christ’s burial is mentioned numerous times in Scripture. It is part of the apostolic description of the gospel itself in 1 Corinthians 15. Here, Paul explains the gospel the Corinthians believed as something of first importance (verse 3). The three events noted in this passage are that Jesus died, that He was buried, and that He was raised (verse 3-4).

When Paul was preaching at Pisidian Antioch, he noted that after Jesus died, they laid Him in a tomb (Acts 13:29). Paul also links the burial of Christ to baptism (Romans 6:4, Colossians 2:12).

The burial of our Lord Jesus was a critical event in His dying and rising for our sins. There are three reasons why His burial is so significant.

First, it provides Messianic credentials.

The Old Testament prophecies of the Messiah demand that He not only die and rise again but that He also be buried. There are two places, starting with Isaiah 53:9.

We see two things in this prophecy relevant to the burial of the Messiah. The first is He must die the death of the wicked, although He Himself is righteous. Somehow, in an unexplained way to Isaiah, the Messiah must be with a rich man in His death. Christ’s burial provides the solution to this prophetic puzzle. Like a vicious criminal, Jesus’ grave was assigned with the wicked. Yet, He ended up being buried in a rich man’s tomb.

Isaiah must have scratched his head and wondered how these two things could both be true at the same time. As we read the gospels, though, we see exactly how God had it all planned out perfectly to fulfill prophecy and show Jesus’ messiahship through His burial.

The second place is in Matthew 12:40. This New Testament passage reveals an Old Testament prophecy from Jonah’s life. Just as Jonah spent three days and nights in the belly of the great fish, the Son of Man would spend three days and nights in the heart of the earth. As we read the book of Jonah, we might not realize it’s a prophecy of Christ, but Jonah is pointing to the one who would bring lasting salvation to the Gentiles, the Messiah. Jonah’s time in the fish foreshadowed the Messiah’s burial.

Jesus’ burial is of vital importance because it shows He is the Messiah.

Second, Christ’s burial proves He really died.

The late Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones, who was an esteemed physician before he was called into the ministry, noted the significance of burial and physical death. He wrote, “You may look at a body that appears to be inanimate and dead, but if there is any doubt or query you do not bury it until you are absolutely certain that death has taken place.” The fact that Christ’s body was taken down and entrusted to one of His disciples, albeit a secret one until this moment of requesting Jesus’ body, and then that disciple proceeded to bury the body indicates the absolute certainty His loved ones had that He was dead. Lloyd-Jones adds, “His burial is absolute proof of the fact that He died, in the fullest sense of the term, on the Cross. It was not merely a suspension of life or of animation or of breathing; it was a true death.”

Herman Bavinck adds that Jesus’ burial means He “spent three days in the state of death, belonged to the realm of the dead, and thus fully bore the punishment for sin.” Christ’s burial is of great comfort because it gives certainty that He bore the Law’s curse for us. The wages of sin are death, and we have assurance that Christ paid that price for us because He truly died. Understand that Christ’s burial is a sure and certain proof our sins are forgiven once and for all if we have believed in Him, and that there is no more curse for us to bear.

Finally, Jesus’ burial proves He really rose.

The most significant aspect of Christ’s burial is the proof it provides that He really rose from the dead. His tomb was in a known location, guarded by soldiers, and sealed with a massive boulder. All that makes it so easy to show He really rose from the dead because the tomb that was well known, heavily guarded, and sealed, ended up empty, with the burial clothes neatly folded, the soldiers in a panic, and the angels announcing the good news.

Imagine if Jesus had not been buried! Now would anyone ever have been certain He rose again? Where would they go to find the body?

Imagine if the tomb had been in an unknown location or in a mass grave! What if the disciples had just forgotten the location and found the wrong tomb? How could they have been sure it was His body and not someone else’s?

Even the soldiers at the tomb became witnesses, because they were forced to recognize the miracle that had happened, that the tomb was empty. They had been scared out of their minds, knowing Jesus’ body had been raised by God, not stolen by His disciples.

The burial of Jesus Christ marks one of the greatest pieces of physical evidence of His resurrection. Remember the angel at the tomb, whose argument ran like this: ‘He is not here, but He has risen.’ The tomb is empty, and the reason is because the Son of God rose from the dead.

Christ’s burial is often overlooked but vitally important. It is significant because it provided Jesus with Messianic credentials, proved He really died, and demonstrated He absolutely rose from the dead. Good Friday ended the way God said: with the Messiah assigned to die like the wicked, but mysteriously ending up in the tomb of a rich man. That dark tomb, where hope seemed to die, would be the light of the hope of resurrection life for sinners who believe.

Dear Spirit of Life'rsYou are invited to join our Lenten Discussion Series: The Poetry of Lent: A Lenten Companion to Ma...
02/04/2026

Dear Spirit of Life'rs
You are invited to join our Lenten Discussion Series:
The Poetry of Lent: A Lenten Companion to Mary Oliver's Devotions.

We gather on ZOOM from 7:00-8:00pm ET all the Wednesdays in Lent. (Contact Rev. Gabriella for Zoom access link)

This week's poems are: The Poet thinks about the Donkey, Gethsemane, White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field and
Words of Wonder.

They are printed below and also attached.
If you are not able to join us, you might like to read her poems (and listen to the song To You Who Bow) in solidarity with us.
Loving Lenten Blessings,
Ron and Jean

The poetry of Lent: Mary Oliver Week 7

GATHERING MEDITATION SONG:

To You Who Bow (Rory Cooney)

https://youtu.be/wUHDJWWo_Os?si=BBvSDTh8PQEIG06X



To you who bow

To you who bend

To you who do not cling to heaven

But unto us descend

You who summon us as servants,

And call your servants friends:

To you we lift our song,

Love ever new,

O God who bows, we sing our song to you.



To you who teach

To you who heal

To you, the leper's restoration,

The victim's last appeal,

You whose life is sown and gathered

And offered as a meal:

To you we lift our song,

Love ever new,

O God who bows, we sing our song to you.



To you who weep

To you who bleed

Who dreamed the boundaries of Orion

But will not break the reed

You who sow the end of empire

With tiny, peaceful seed:

To you we lift our song,

Love ever new,

O God who bows, we sing our song to you.



To you who starve,

To you who thirst,

To you condemned to death by malice,

Abandoned and accursed,

You who promised to the wretched

The last will be made first,

To you we lift our song,

Love ever new,

O God who bows, we sing our song to you.



To you, who rise,

To you, our peace,

To you who lead the way before us

Whose spirit binds and frees

At once the alpha and omega,

Whose love shall never cease.

To you we lift our song,

Love ever new,

O God who bows, we sing our song to you.


POEM ONE:

The Poet thinks about the Donkey

On the outskirts of Jerusalem
the donkey waited.
Not especially brave, or filled with understanding,
he stood and waited.

How horses, turned out into the meadow,
leap with delight!
How doves, released from their cages,
clatter away, splashed with sunlight.

But the donkey, tied to a tree as usual, waited.
Then he let himself be led away.
Then he let the stranger mount.

Never had he seen such crowds!
And I wonder if he at all imagined what was to happen.
Still, he was what he had always been: small, dark, obedient.

I hope, finally, he felt brave.
I hope, finally, he loved the man who rode so lightly upon him,
as he lifted one dusty hoof and stepped, as he had to, forward.







POEM TWO:

Gethsemane by Mary Oliver

The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.

Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept.

The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet,
and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body,
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.

Jesus said, wait with me. And maybe the stars did,
maybe the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn’t move, maybe
the lake far away, where once he walked as on a
blue pavement,
lay still and waited, wild awake.

Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not
keep that vigil, how they must have wept,
so utterly human, knowing this too
must be a part of the story.



POEM THREE:

White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field

Coming down
out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel,
or a buddha with wings,
it was beautiful
and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings —
five feet apart — and the grabbing
thrust of its feet,
and the indentation of what had been running
through the white valleys
of the snow —

and then it rose, gracefully,
and flew back to the frozen marshes,
to lurk there,
like a little lighthouse,
in the blue shadows —
so I thought:
maybe death
isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us —
as soft as feathers —
that we are instantly weary
of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes,

not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river
that is without the least dapple or shadow —
that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light —
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.

+ Mary Oliver



POEM FOUR:

Words of Wonders

Eat bread and understand comfort – Mary Oliver

Words of Wonder
Eat bread and understand comfort…
Words of Wonder

Eat bread and understand comfort.
Drink water, and understand delight.
Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets
are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds
who are drinking the sweetness, who are
thrillingly gluttonous.

For one thing leads to another.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.

And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper
Oh let me, for a while longer, enter the two
Beautiful bodies of your lungs…

The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you, my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.

Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for your eyes.

It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It’s more than the beating of a single heart.
It’s praising.
It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life–just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe
still another…

We do one thing or another; we stay the same, or we
change.
Congratulations, if
you have changed.

Let me ask you this.
Do you also think that beauty exists for some
fabulous reason?
And, if you have not been enchanted by this adventure–
your life–
what would do for you?

What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
though with difficulty.
I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out; I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
somehow or another).

And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.

And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

by Mary Oliver

To You Who Bow · Theresa DonohooTo You Who Bow℗ 2018 GIA Publications, Inc.Released on: 2018-06-15Artist: Gary DaigleArtist: Rory CooneyArtist: Theresa Donoh...

As Holy week draws to its magnificence of resurrection, we lament and offer a prayer and plea for ourselves and our fami...
01/04/2026

As Holy week draws to its magnificence of resurrection, we lament and offer a prayer and plea for ourselves and our families to our like Jesus for God to hear us and heal us, of hurt, hate, and all that draws us away from our blessing and purpose 🙏

Hear O Lord by THE GORETTI GROUP, TEXACO DIXIELAND STEEL ORCHESTRA

On April 6th 2026, let us gather together and contemplate, the powerful Calling of Christ and the Goodness of our God 🙏🙏...
31/03/2026

On April 6th 2026, let us gather together and contemplate, the powerful Calling of Christ and the Goodness of our God 🙏🙏🙏

Dear Ones, People of the Resurrection,      Once again, I am sending you resources at the last minute, My apologies. I h...
31/03/2026

Dear Ones, People of the Resurrection,
Once again, I am sending you resources at the last minute, My apologies. I have had lots on my plate, as usual. I will try to do better in the future.
This meeting is tonight for those who are free. Sr Kathleen Deignan has organized contemplative Masses in the past at Iona College. She has also recorded many beautiful songs.One of my favorites is Pax Amor Christi. I have attended many Masses at Iona in the past. Tonight's event is called Radiance and should be powerful during this Holy Week. I hope some of you will be able to attend.

Here is a link to the event:
https://mailchi.mp/iona.edu/becoming-earthling-5116003?e=49d4c5a265

Holy Week blessings,
Gabriella

Radiance is Brian Swimme’s poetic way of understanding what the second law of thermodynamics points toward: the inevitability of energy dispersing. To exist as an emanation of cosmic energy is to radiate: this is the law of the universe.

01/01/2026

This mural, titled "The Great Oops," was displayed in Edinburgh, Scotland, in 2010 to coincide with Pope Benedict XVI's visit to the UK. It satirically points out the Catholic Church's past condemnation of heliocentrism by depicting three figures the church initially opposed:

- Copernicus: A Renaissance polymath who formulated the heliocentric model of the solar system, which placed the Sun at the center. The church initially rejected his theory, considering it heresy.

- Galileo: An Italian astronomer and physicist who supported Copernicus's theory and faced trial by the Inquisition for his views. Galileo’s public advocacy for heliocentrism directly contradicted biblical interpretations held by the Catholic Church at the time. The Church's Inquisition tried him, found him "vehemently suspect of heresy," and placed him under house arrest for the rest of his life for defending and teaching the Copernican system. More than 350 years later, Pope John Paul II recognised the wrong, admitted Galileo was right, recognised the tragic consequences of the clash between faith and religion, and apologised for the Church's treatment of Galileo.

- The central figure: Represents the ordination of women, a practice that the Catholic Church still does not permit.

The "X"s: The red crosses over the figures, along with the word "oops!", humorously suggest that the Church will one day regret its current stance on women's ordination, just as it eventually accepted the scientific findings of Copernicus and Galileo.

The keys: The crossed keys are a symbol associated with the papacy and the Holy See.

01/01/2026

Sending 2026 blessings for peace, health, and prosperity to our St Praxedis families!!

26/12/2025

Christmas blessings to all of our St. Praxedis families and parishioners. May this season renew your hope, health and happiness; even as it restores belief and truth.... hopefully relationship... with Christ.

26/12/2025

Did the woman say
When she held him for the first time
in the dark dank of a stable,
After the pain and the bleeding and the crying,
“This is my body, this is my blood?”

Did the woman say,
When she held him for the last time in the
dark rain on a hilltop,
After the pain and the bleeding and the dying,
“This is my body, this is my blood?

Well that she said it to him then,
For dry old men,
Brocaded robes belying barrenness,
Ordain that she not say it for him now.

- Frances Croake Frank

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