Holy Saturday

Cross at side altar
Oh, how these words grasp you and leave a chilling sensation throughout your body. Here it is, written so matter-of-factly: "Then they took the body of Jesus and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of the Jews to bury." It brings an odd feeling because here is our Lord, our Jesus, being treated like any other person who dies.

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Psalm 130
Job 14:1-14
1 Peter 4:1-8
John 19:38-42

Oh, how these words grasp you and leave a chilling sensation throughout your body. Here it is, written so matter-of-factly: “Then they took the body of Jesus and wound it in linen clothes with the spices, as the manner of the Jews to bury.”

It brings an odd feeling because here is our Lord, our Jesus, being treated like any other person who dies.

When one reads this passage, one needs to know and feel this was not an ordinary man. This was not an ordinary burial. This was and is Jesus Christ, our Savior.

Throughout the other passages assigned to Holy Saturday, this rings clear: “That he no longer should live the rest of time in flesh to the lusts of men, but to the will of God.”

That has power. That is sacrifice. That is Jesus Christ.

Let us not take for granted what he, Jesus Christ, means to us. Let us always remember what he did for us. And let us see his burial as Joseph of Arimathea did, who feared to make this special, but in his heart knew, indeed, this man was very special.

In Psalm 130, we read about this very thing. We cry unto the Lord. We wait for the Lord. We know his power. We feel his love and trust. “I wait for you the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.”

Let us say this again and again. Let us feel this ultimate trust and love in our daily lives. When we pray, when we talk to one another when we look at our families or children — let us know in our hearts the power of Jesus, the specialness of Jesus, and the love we share.

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