Journey to the Cross预览
The Grave
Lord, I’m not sure what to think or how to pray on Holy Saturday. You are dead. Your tomb is sealed. There are no easy answers. The world feels darker and more desperate than ever before.
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In today’s reading, I wait and watch with those who were faithful to Jesus, even in His death.
Read: Luke 23:50–56
It’s the Sabbath. The day on which God rests from the work of creation has become the day on which He rests in the grave from the work of recreation. I imagine the smell of those spices and perfumes prepared by the women filling their house all day. I imagine their many tears. Their hushed conversations. Their attempts to pray.
Lord, teach me to rest. I don’t find this easy. Not just to rest physically from work, but psychologically and spiritually from my need for easy answers, instant miracles and immediate resolution. Like a child with a fever, half-asleep in my father’s arms, help me to trust even when I cannot understand.
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Lord, the smell of Your burial spices seems to fill our entire world right now. There is death and despair everywhere. I remember before You now those known to me who are weeping and waiting for a miracle. Those people in our world who have given up hope.
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