I will make a daring statement. A statement that is not backed up by any theological instruction, exegesis, or pontifical concordance. The statement expresses an observation that I have quietly held in my heart. It is a correlation I have made and contemplate every Good Friday and Holy Saturday. Jesus gave up His Spirit. The … Continue reading There was a man named Joseph…
Holy Saturday
Watch, wait, and hope
I have always felt there to be something special and unique in the role of Jospeh of Arimathea. He conjures the fatherly love, compassion, and dedication as Jesus' father, Joseph. Like St. Joseph, he does not have a voice in the Gospel. He "asked Pilate if he could remove the body of Jesus. And Pilate … Continue reading Watch, wait, and hope
Vigil
The day in between. The Chaos. Taunting. Jeering. Nailing. Piercing. Blood and water flowing. "It is finished." And bowing his head, Jesus handed over the spirit (John 19:30). Silence resounding. Birds chirping. Green moss growing on the rock where I sit; waiting; praying. A new tomb where He now laid his head. A stone rolled … Continue reading Vigil
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