04/04/2026
Tomorrow is Resurrection Sunday. We call it Easter. But today is
Saturday. As I sit here in the comfort of my post Gethsemanie, post Crucifixion, post Resurrection, post Ascension chair, it is unimaginable what this Saturday must have been like for the followers of Jesus. Everything they thought they knew had been nailed to a Roman cross, and they had watched it die. Dark does not even begin to describe it.
The next morning, early, Mary of Magdala, Joanna, and Mary (the mother of James) bought spices and went to anoint the body of Jesus. It was tradition. It’s what good women would do. It was duty. It was noble. Strong women do these things, no matter how painful or devastating the loss. It is just what one does.
But this time was very different. This time, these 2 “men” - angels of course- blazing like lightning, stood there. Frightening, they were. Huge in their presence. Overwhelming. They asked one question: “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” What followed was a pointed reminder of what Jesus had told them: He would be handed over to wicked people, be crucified, and rise again. But His slaughter was so horrible, and their grief so profound, and their minds so muddled by the reality of what had happened…. And what had never happened before in the history of humans. Someone so loved, so dead, yet now so alive. Astonishing.
It may be that tomorrow, or on another morning, we might just be looking in the wrong place. Some things are just dead. There is no life in them. No future. The abundant life Jesus promised us is not down among the dead men. Jesus is all about life. He died to make living - really living - possible for us.
So, in the morning, or on another morning, let us not go looking among dead things for the things that make for life. Let us look at the gift of living - really living- that Jesus bought for us.