Saturday, 19 April 2014

The waiting...

Matthew 27:57-61
The Burial of Jesus
 When it was evening, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who was also a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus; then Pilate ordered it to be given to him. So Joseph took the body and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn in the rock. He then rolled a great stone to the door of the tomb and went away. Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were there, sitting opposite the tomb.

So often the hardest part
We who are doers
are not so good at waiting
And even now,
though we know the outcome
and know that it is good
we still want it to be over.
We want the tomb
to be burst open
so that we can celebrate
and then get on
with the rest of living.
We are impatient to tidy away
the vestiges of the wilderness
the Palm branches
the temple clutter
the oil of pure nard
the foot washing paraphernalia 
and the black draped cross.
We want to release the Alleluias
from their exile,
reclaim the space taken up
by the Labyrinth or the prayer garden
and restore our sanctuaries
to their usual order.
But, thankfully,
Easter will not allow that.
For Easter changes everything.
Two thousand years ago and now.
Easter seeps in with the slow light of dawn
and changes everything it touches
until we give up trying
to restore order.
The much anticipated Easter dawn 
promises yet more havoc.
But, for now, we wait...

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