. . . and so we wait . . .

Today we wait.

Too often in our culture we rush headlong from Friday to Sunday. I'm guilty of it. Dye the eggs, go see Grandpa, make sure we have the right dresses. (To be honest, I've been wearing the same Easter dresses the past 5 years - shopping isn't all that fun).

But this year, we wait. The gospels tell us very little about what happened on the Sabbath day. In a rush Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus, in the Gospel of John, prepared his body and laid him in a tomb in a garden.

There is nothing after that. The story skips to Sunday morning where Mary Magdalene finds the tomb empty.

What happened on that Saturday while Jesus laid in the tomb? We can speculate. Perhaps our glorious and almighty God of the cosmos wept. Perhaps God spent time in reflection of what had happened. Perhaps time and space slowed down. Perhaps heaven came to a standstill. Perhaps.

Matthew doesn't tell us much more. Pilate had guards positioned in front of the tomb to make sure his body wasn't stolen.

There are times to slow down - to stop - to wonder - to ponder in our hearts. This is the day the church has no answers.

Maybe we aren't supposed to have all the answers... so we wait.

We wait until Easter morning.