Posted by: ronontheroad | April 19, 2014


We come to the end of Lent.

A period of reflection, of repentance, of identification.

The journey for Christ ends in a tomb – in darkness and silence.

What happened on the Saturday?

For his followers: sundown to sundown … time … drags. Their hopes for a new future away from the oppressors, a future where they could be free to be themselves, a future where the law would be something that came from within, not something imposed from outside. The narrow focus of permissions, of rules written over centuries, replaced by understanding of principles: of justice for the poor, of seeing the worth of people not measured by coin, of compassion.

Instead, the light is extinguished, the hope … gone. Family, friends, followers – distraught. Death, not space, the final frontier. And in the morning?

I mean, what would you do – how do you express the grief, the shattered dreams, the pointlessness of a life extinguished? Huddle together, share your pain? Remember the good times? Get angry – bargain. Too soon to go through a grieving process.

Thursday, you were sharing a meal – there may have been tension in the air, but with friends you swapped stories, and remembered your corporate history: the blood of sheep on the lintels; eating a hasty meal before an equally hasty departure; death passing over; a nation rescued from oppression.

Oppression – the thought keeps coming back. The oppressors – the bullies with power, with wealth, with weapons, with authority. The soldiers enforcing the rule of another nation. The religious leaders enforcing the rule of life – one group’s interpretation different to another: which faction do you belong to? Choose your tribe.

Have the oppressors won? Certainly looks that way – your friend, your leader, your hope, nailed to a cross. A lifeless body placed into a tomb.

In the darkness.

In the silence.

To sleep…

How long, O Lord?
Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?

How long must I make decisions alone
With sorrow in my heart day after day?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

Look at me!
Answer me, O Lord my God!
Light up my eyes, or else I will die.

Psalm 13:1-3 (GOD’S WORD® is a copyrighted work of God’s Word to the Nations. Quotations are used by permission. Copyright 1995 by God’s Word to the Nations. All rights reserved.)



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