Holy Saturday: He’s Gone

They nailed him up at nine o’clock in the morning. The charge against him—the king of the jews—was printed on a poster. Along with him, they crucified two criminals, one to his right, the other to his left. People passing along the road jeered, shaking their heads in mock lament: “You bragged that you could tear down the Temple and then rebuild it in three days—so show us your stuff! Save yourself! If you’re really God’s Son, come down from that cross!”

The high priests, along with the religion scholars, were right there mixing it up with the rest of them, having a great time poking fun at him: “He saved others—but he can’t save himself! Messiah, is he? King of Israel? Then let him climb down from that cross. We’ll all become believers then!” Even the men crucified alongside him joined in the mockery.

At noon the sky became extremely dark. The darkness lasted three hours. At three o’clock, Jesus groaned out of the depths, crying loudly, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?”

Some of the bystanders who heard him said, “Listen, he’s calling for Elijah.” Someone ran off, soaked a sponge in sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Let’s see if Elijah comes to take him down.”

But Jesus, with a loud cry, gave his last breath. At that moment the Temple curtain ripped right down the middle. When the Roman captain standing guard in front of him saw that he had quit breathing, he said, “This has to be the Son of God!”

There were women watching from a distance, among them Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of the younger James and Joses, and Salome. When Jesus was in Galilee, these women followed and served him, and had come up with him to Jerusalem.

 

Late in the afternoon, since it was the Day of Preparation (that is, Sabbath eve), Joseph of Arimathea, a highly respected member of the Jewish Council, came. He was one who lived expectantly, on the lookout for the kingdom of God. Working up his courage, he went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. Pilate questioned whether he could be dead that soon and called for the captain to verify that he was really dead. Assured by the captain, he gave Joseph the corpse.

 

Having already purchased a linen shroud, Joseph took him down, wrapped him in the shroud, placed him in a tomb that had been cut into the rock, and rolled a large stone across the opening. Mary Magdalene and Mary, mother of Joses, watched the burial.

Mark 15:25-47

 

 

I awoke this AM wondering WTF the disciples and Jesus’ closest friends and family would have felt like this morning.  Jesus is dead.  He is gone.  The world as we had hoped for is finished.  The rebellion is over.  The celebration of victory is crushed.  My heart mourns, my body aches.  I was reminded of a NO/FX song that expresses the idea of finitude and absoluteness death delivers to us.  

She’s Gone by NO/FX

A blackened wick is what remains
The flame was blown out just recently
Although the candle hadn’t burned down to the stick
It won’t be lit again, the day won’t be quite as bright
We don’t know what she may have been
All we know is what she left behind
An apartment cluttered with children’s toys,
Photos of good times
In the bedroom, there’s sheets on the windows
There’s a four poster bed for a reason
On the floor there’s a box full of secrets
It won’t be opened
Here older boys and girls would play
All inhibitions were left behind
As the door would close, her face began to shine
This was her finest hour, this was her finest time
Now, she’s gone, and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me
She’s gone, but not forgotten, she’s still here
In all those years she touched so many lives
Who’s gonna watch the little girl she left behind?
Carol Anne stands alone in the school yard
All the other children have gone
After waiting for hours,
She can’t understand why her mother left her sad
In the darkness she sees definition
In the silence, she hears someone calling
After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming
But there’s no reaction
There’s no one listening, there’s no one
Now, she’s gone, and it’s not gonna be alright, not for me,
She’s gone

HE’s Gone…

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