It’s Good Friday…but Love never ends…

Rembrandt, Descent from the Cross, 1634

John 19:38-42

[38] After these things, Joseph of Arimathea, who was a disciple of Jesus,
though a secret one because of his fear of the Jews, asked Pilate to let him
take away the body of Jesus. Pilate gave him permission; so he came and
removed his body. [39]Nicodemus, who had at first come to Jesus by night, also
came, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds.
[40]They took the body of Jesus and wrapped it with the spices in linen
cloths, according to the burial custom of the Jews. [41]Now there was a garden
in the place where he was crucified, and in the garden there was a new tomb in
which no one had ever been laid. [42]And so, because it was the Jewish day of
Preparation, and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.

I had a great conversation about death with my eleven-year-old son today… as he was playing Black Ops.  We really bonded because we could talk about…death.  That sounds so strange.  But being in the teen and tween world, I will take any conversation I can get with my children when they are actually engaged and think I have something to offer.

As I reflected on our conversation, I came to a new place regarding death.  There was something about the playfulness of our conversation that was so alive and real.  Jesus conquered death so that we might live eternally.  Right!  But what do WE do in the midst of death?  It seems to me if we are silenced, death has the upper hand.  But if we engage, reflect, and witness in the process of death, we are moving toward a moment of resurrection.

Look at the care with which Joseph of Arimathea takes the body of Jesus.  Love remains.  It never leaves us.  One does not have to speak to love.  Look at the love in Joesph’s arms.

Before the Resurrection, love never left the loved ones waiting at the tomb, the disciples hiding in the upper room, or those wondering what comes next.  Friends, love never ends.



Filed under Cursillo, Devotion, faith, God, Jesus, Ministry, Mom, Pastor, prayer, Presbyterian, Seminary Student, Spirit, Spiritual Formation

2 responses to “It’s Good Friday…but Love never ends…

  1. Judi Andrew

    I was brought up by a mother who did not fear death. She loved the Lord with all her heart and taught me that death was not to be feared but to be awaited with joyful expectancy to be united with Jesus in his kingdom. I hold this belief now as well. I look forward to the joy of being reunited with Him in glory.


    My Mom died on Ash Wednesday this year. Her resurrection service was March 20. I am in the tomb as was Lazarus. I wrote today: “Mom’s gone on–Is life the tomb and death the resurrection? May be– Coming here was good.”
    Life in the tomb by the way is revealing.

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